The air was cold
The leaves were dead
And so was I

Held only by
The grey and
Unforgiving sky

I was succumbing to
The chill of fall when I
Fell in love with you

In my confusion
I didn't know you were the
Colder of the two

But the melodies you improvised
Were only half your charm

And I never thought that improvising
Could do me any harm

But you can only call it improvising
For so long
Before the music is deliberate
Before the motives are deliberate

And your hands were warm
And you played so well
And your hands were warm

We traded books and knowing looks
We talked on Faulkner and philosophy

We traded cryptic correspondences on
Beauty and theology

And when I sang
You said I sounded like an angel
I was perfect
And so I sang the notes you wrote
And for a moment
I was perfect
Or at least
Enough

My body hot
My senses blurred
Your body hot
Your mind made up
You filled my
Emptiness with
Emptiness and

I gave myself to you
Until there was nothing left at all

But your hands were warm
And you played so well
And your hands were warm

But I was just to tide you over
Until she came home

And all my petals on the floor
You swept them up

Now I am cold
And mostly dead
So here I'll lie

And I will sleep
And in a dream
I'll search for why

And all dreams end
And so will I