Maybe the small trees remember,

I'll pick up my cape and mend it.

I'll play my own drum softly,

The drummers have gone

Fallen leaves, bells and feathers

All that are left in this parched clearing.

Only yesterday the
actors ended their play,

Only yesterday. The audience clapped and cheered,

The words of the  songs they sang

Now no longer remembered.

Shadowy images alone remain.

In this wide, abandoned space