Autumn Symphony

Rustling maple leaves have begun a prelude.

In this ensemble of solitary don't want a breathe to intrude.

As the whistling wind induces crescendo,

Minstrels with tempo the lonely violin's bow.

Deserted afternoon has passed the throne to starlit twilight.

Calmly the notes of soft glow on moon's staves are longing for a peaceful midnight.

Bass heartbeats, twitching eyes and soothing cold singing a madrigal

Forte, as the forlorn musical groves' foliage fell.