(after an album by the Bill Evans trio)

The river at Autumn wanes
as a love affair drifting
towards conclusion might feel
to him who loves and loses
with all he's been given

She stands on the riverbank
searching for her reflection
seeing more than before
now the leaves fall so gently
to soft hands on the piano

Bass notes like undercurrents
pull beneath a sad melody
offbeat, one bar at a time
to beguile a shoal of fish
shimmering to the cymbals

In this brief moment all is
distilled as they look into
the water together once
more, the touch of her hand
slowly uncoiling from his

LaFaro dampens his note
Motian's hi-hat silenced
Evan's cascading fingers
tailing away to the end
one last sombre chord fading

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