The Falsetto Echo

I heard you, higher than before
    in the icicles that hung from the window
where stars never were

and I see you, further than the last;
  slipping through the minutes
that get caught in my chest

Oh! I am afraid of myself
  and afraid of moving you so close
because I was once wilder and stronger
  until our love grew and broke
and now I am the summer
    that shall fade soon to fall,
in the patch on the mountain
  where nothing seems to grow.

If you are the sun, I would melt
  if your light should fully shine
if you are the wind, I will fall
    like the tree before the storm
if you are the thunder
  my ears will go deaf at your sound
and if you are the water
    I'm sure that I shall drown.

and I see you, further than the last;
  slipping through the minutes
that get caught within my chest

like an echo, lost on my ears
  only waiting for the moment
where I finally learn to hear.