Whisper Me _ with "Adagio"

Whisper me the soft winds of silence echoing pages
of autumn's breath in falling leaves
outside my window view.

The clouds sail in skies of curious blue, as if a
symphony of mysterious harps in torrents,
snowing its passion for clues.

Shrouding the white peaks of soaring mountains,
crowned in fairy veils, watching over
leafless trees in rue.

Embracing the tea of homily-steeping melancholy
beneath the linen of November, wailing lyrics past
due.