28 December 2012
beyond the window, the leaves invite me I see how you stride home now clasping the avenue in our vibrant city
with the hands down the pockets your coat invites the mistral all so fathomless
I'm turning around the sheets are whispers a croquis of our night; our prodigy
what if you still stood in my kitchen like the one from yesterday in aquarelle
I'm shaping your lines like a caress down the back you are brought back to life an etched silouette
colors die without you but it matters not; for now I have painted you with sounds
to paint a leave • Opuss № I