To find you is to not find you.
Even if I walk the earth from end to end you aren't there.
Even if I had the ears of all the world, your voice will not be heard.
You rode on a bus I can never chase.
You dived into a sea I could not sail.
Time is our chasm and time is no longer our friend.
The leaves of my home can't fly to yours.
I sent you a million letters but you did not reply.
I stood by your doorpost but you never opened.
Your lights were already out when I came by.
How long will you hide?
When will you come back?
The streets are gray.
The sky is red.
The colors will wait forever.
There's no artist like the one who's gone.