Tales of autumn

today is not the day to put your face up on the wall but to wish goodnight to the green clouds while your past keeps the engine ...

owl is howling into the deep of the night date is changed within one second I'm sitting on the bottom of your closet your clothes han...

I knocked gently on your glass heart - the rhythm echoed somewhere in the distance making small cracks from the inside ...

last candle flame is writing its tragedy in the wind as the piano keys are gathering sorrow it takes just a few notes for your h...

I remember how my skin found new depths of itself under those caressing notes he played and with what ease it see...