I’m a play out of his paintings,
Tint can only go so far
I’m a picture you sanctify
But there’s not a frame can hold me now
Where words are heard clearly,
You silence truth in the name of art
Endure the writer to learn  
Being a muse is just
A reflection of who they are

I jumped into the waters,
thought I had found my place,
the waves kept moving
so did I, as I went along with the pace

funny thinking I could belong,
not even the surge could help losing itself
I can drown at any moment,
a crest growing under my skin

I think you felt like that
always unsteady, never letting me in
somehow I felt you still could be home
but not even a fish can stay at the same place in a billow,

I am not the same person, you are not the same man
and no swell can change how long it has been.