Brushstrokes of Reunion

I listened to the sound of your singing

Now the pain had reached its final limit

The colour of distance had found its mission

It was not a reminder, it was a vision

A vision

I was never ready to feel your pain

To understand the picture on my wall

But then you showed me the colour of your soul

A communication of your love

In brushstrokes of reunion

In brushstrokes of reunion

The garden will never look the same

So beautifully mundane in comparison

You signed it with your name

Then gave it to me, a fragile inheritance

Inheritance

I was never ready to feel your pain

To understand the picture on my wall

But then you showed me the colour of your soul

A communication of your love

In brushstrokes of reunion

In brushstrokes of reunion

In brushstrokes of reunion

In brushstrokes of reunion