The Red Teapot sits lonely atop my stove,
Never filled and never heated,
A reminder,

Hearts apart, we fade with every sunset
Drifting memories, lingering thoughts,
They always end up at the same place,
Stored somewhere between fantasy and reality,

Winter cascades, pushing out your summer's touch
You were my sunshine, the clouds give me comfort now
The cold embraces my heart, the chill reaches deep
I miss you,

You gave me music, and today it still sings to me
Art, Passion, I cherish your gifts to me,

Oh how I regret taking so long to attain my darling little boiler,
Today, I will fill my beautiful teapot and it will not be alone, I’ll heat it
And I will drink, and the soothing warm liquid will unfreeze my soul
Firewalker,