reminds me of september rain

the sound of your trumpet makes me want to smile

the way waves come in and go makes me want to cry

the way you smile reminds me of my dead father.

the way we see our human bodies is strange and amusing.

there are many things in this world that makes my mind wander

the way the newspaper is placed in the plastic bag, left at the foot of my front door.

the way the bus driver greets us when we board the bus.

i love the way you look at me on a rainy day, 

that reminds me of September Rain.