you are the raindrops
that patters through my rooftop,
gently sliding on my window
creating a short-lived ripple
that slowly goes away

if only I can make you stay.

I, on my window
watching the pale sky,
with winds and clouds so dreary
and a soul starting to get weary

It's been a dark, lonely day,
and I've been waiting
for the sun to come out and stay

you are the raindrops
that gone away
no words or sound as you
fall to the ground

I, on my window
watching you vanish
without saying goodbye.

Beyond old windows,
Leaves of green
Leaves made of sorrow
No rustling sound

No sound at all.

Only the slow, painful dance
Of a muted scream
A scream of longing
Longing that would wither them down.

Still, I hear nothing.

Through the thick staring glass
Just the swaying, and swaying
And the crying of the leaves
And I'll watch and wait

Till the last one leaves . . .