Ode To Brahms Concerto No.1 Poem by Brett White

The days they pass like falling leaves on trees,
My memories often bring me to my knees.
And it's not that I desire to languish
Upon things fraught with an untold anguish.
It's simply that love dwells long within my heart,
Even though long ago it did depart.
So I turn my thoughts towards love of Heaven,
And I give thanks for all the blessings given.
For I see no sense in despair today,
Or unrehearsed words I never got to say.
I shall compose my Soul like a concerto,
Whose minor key melody will forever flow.