If I hold your hand still,
if I paint your world bright,
if I sing you my songs
will you love,
will you love me?
If I answer your needs
with a need of my own,
If I paint your world bright,
If I sing you my songs
will you love,
will you love me
love?
To my beautiful people.
I miss you.
Like a lost piece of my soul,
I miss you.
Never forget, little Sun.
You are so loved.
I’ve just done some counting. My absolute least favourite thing.
And according to my calculations, I’ve had my piano (a digital piano) for seventeen years.
Seventeen years.
There was a moment a few weeks ago when it didn’t turn on. My stomach fell, and in that moment I had an entire conversation with myself.
It was like the life of the piano flashed before my eyes.
All the songs we’d written together.
All the tears I’d cried as she helped mend my broken hearts.
What if she was gone?
If she didn’t turn on.
I realised I’d still have my voice to create music, and that thought soothed me.
But my goodness I was pleased ‘my baby’ turned on eventually.
Boy, was I ever pleased.
In the arms of the rippling blue night,
the darling dreamers
sing
to the Gypsy song of yesterday.
And with a gaze:
tomorrow?
And with a kiss:
yes.
Darling is the day
that lasts forever.
Darling of my soul.
Darling of my soul.
Darling is
the choice to say
My love,
I love you anyway.
Darling is the dream of waking up beside you,
knowing the world is perfectly still
for one single breath of mine.
And when sleep comes once more, meet me in the sky between us;
hold me by that darling river of ours,
until the sunrise brings you back to my day.
Darling.
Darling is the dream of you.
Darling is the everlasting dream
of you.
Floating in the ever swelling softness of time.
And I wait for you, my future, my love;
knowing you may never be.
Knowing the shine in my eyes may always be only a dream
of something beautiful.
Love.
Come to me, sweet love.
Steady my flight, and hold my heart.
Be my always and forever love.
Always and forever,
love.
Until forever ends.
And life begins again.
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