Do I still sit and gaze at you
From canvas in the painting room?
October days of rain and wine
A sea of oil and turpentine
We used to talk like we’d known each other always
But now we don’t talk at all
You taught me things about myself
And drew me into your world
Your painted world
We used to talk like we’d known each other always
But now we don’t talk at all
But I still have your letters
You wrote at a time
Of drawings on paper
In ink and red wine
I’ve kept my silence
And so kept the peace
The questions and wonderings
I’ve never released
Am I painted over
Or do you still see
The sunlight and shadows
You captured in me
I will stay quiet
And leave it to fate
What if we meet by chance again
One of these days
We used to talk like we’d known each other always
But now we don’t talk at all