On Brahms' Fourth and You
- ryanamorgan345
- Mar 18
- 1 min read
In the opening measures I catch
your eyes that seldom meet my gaze.
They lie as gentle weather turns,
darkening its layers.
Melodies tell what you once
told me: how I’ll remember you
and all you encompass.
Snow suffocates Autumn, the season
where you calmly reside.
The absence fills my heart, with each
passing moment building my desire.
What towers before me
can do nothing more than watch
as I slowly bear the night.
White landscapes envelope
the memory of you.