Moment

Falling to the ground
With a thud close to that of
A baby boy, falling,
As he is learning to walk.

Closing my eyes,
Feeling the lids droop,
As if they were made of,
The heaviest of metals.

Hearing the surrounding,
And autumn day,
With drying leaves rustling,
Like a quiet symphony.

Drifting away,
Like the quietest note,
In the longest concerto,
A moment in time.