Suddenly, shadows ash color!
The entire horizon cover.
A zephyr all humid,
Pushes fresh and limpid,

Uncountable drops,
On the quiet leaves,
The roofs, the crops,
Far, where no one lives.

That is so lovely,
We can only feel,
What unexpectedly,
Drugs all will.

Wind and water in friction,
Rustle in our inner ear,
The tempest fear
In construction.

The exquisite symphonies of Mozart
Do not offer that dimension of art.
It is all unique,
That music.

It seems telling the story
Of those in love so very,
With an elegiac feeling
Which goes our souls possessing.

Like the far coming gallop
Of millions of horses,
Behind the windows nonstop,
We hear drops blow the glasses.

Funny symphony,
Which notes so pretty,
Carry to oblivion
Our sorrow alone.

Heavy under our eyelids,
The weight of hypnosis
Closes the gate which leads
Where worry imposes.

Pouring, not flooding,
Let it carry my sorrow,
Continue past tomorrow,
Until love becomes everything.