I wrote a poem today ,
but now my words have flown away ,
slipped off the paper and said ,
“ once we were part of you ,
but now we are dead “

Just like the summer to Autumn this day
‘ where hast the spring gone ?
for one day Autumn will appear and give breath to my song .


And Autumn with its baritone  voice
will end my  soprano harmonies ,
It will be said .

And so my virtuoso performance must end ,
and after this night a little darkness must descend..

But if those words should one day appear ,
I think they would be most happiest here.