The autumn leaves are dying away, Like my inspiration that is fading away. Southern winds are blowing strong, An impending rain quick to follow. In the silence that surrounds me, I sit still listening to the kind whispers of the wind. Rain down upon me thou gentle shower, I wait for thee, on this calm and mellow night. A wonderful dinner under the pitch dark sky, The beautiful contrast on this day, I wish to capture with my words, That which I feel tonight She yearns for a song, And in her name I shall write. A song to remember the day, This day, I wish to remember in the times to come.