A box of crayons I kept for you
Bluer than blue a color I once knew,
A bouquet of assorted flora for you
Vibrant red of secrets that grew
Paint me with your music
Notes and hymns so angelic,
Rhythm I hear from a distant place
Travels according to your pace
Third from the right I can guess
It was the young woman I miss
Can I send you these lines to serenade?
Without music, just my love I laid
These were the words before it happen
Cracking sounds of pain I listen
Those were the days transpire so sudden
Now I’m picking the pieces that’s broken
Then another color I found
Surely this one isn’t bound
Yellow for the sun melting the snow
Green as a sprout from ground below
Paint me with your music
But this time for him so classic
Rhythm I hear from a distant place
Both laughter and smiles on your face
Third from the right I can guess
You found a perfect place, success
Can I send these lines to serenade?
Tune that beat, you once made
I will not get tired of describing
Such remarkable inner beauty shining,
That smile like everyone wanted to fall
Not on the ground but on your heart’s wall