When the melody plays, you return to my heart, vividly. Enchanting, living, smiling in blue, gaze existing for me solely in that hue. As waves rise from vastness, you emerge behind my eyes— from the seven seas of my mind’s deep work. Then my breath leaves my body, like air caged in an abandoned ruin. You, the fall and autumn of my life; Siberian winter, forever without you. You faded slowly, like clouds of summer, and I yearn for you—as thirsty land for the first drop of rain after long death. I see you living in all I see, I feel, yet silence and separation claimed you. Soaked in serenity, you dwell in my vividness. I hold you like the last leaf of autumn, aware—your season has ended, and so in this life.