This heart, dosed on Chopin and Bach
Traces your voice, a subtle echo even , somehow,
What is silence to a room full of devoted hearts
waiting to bloom,

I know : ones without an unforgivable autumn
will wait and wait
my love, I seek a way out
to you and your summer.

In the end, the tress
Drizzle and disappear,
There is no night in this summer
someone spilled the sky’s heart red.