Analysis of Gentle Tone

As leaves fall to brush my ear
And winds bristle mine neck's hair
I lean in gently to hear
Soothing whispers of melodies air

As they clink and clank haunted chills
Of much surrendered and glorious tones
Upon that garden where lies those hills
And butterflies flap to shiver mine bones

Simply I yearn to listen
Where no man can hear a sound
But watch the air glisten
And dream its gentle tone abound