Take me in
        Let me stay
               Paint these worn walls white
From shades of gray

       Sit me down
       In your favorite chair
       And when i'm gone, imagine me there.

*Take me in.

It rained
on the day
I left a note
on your windshield.

I started taking my coffee black
On the day that you died.

I had always thought of myself as an artist of some sort. That is, until I met you. It was only then that I learned what art is, where it comes from. When I met you, I only wanted to paint with the browns and oranges I saw in your eyes. I only wanted to write the words that fell from your lips. I only wanted to play the notes your voice guided me to. And when you left, I couldn't paint, couldn't write, couldn't play. I could only sing of my heartache, but even that wasn't art.  There's no beauty in sorrow.