Melody of You

You're a painting with symbols deep,

Symphony soft as it shifts from dark beneath

A poem that flows, caressing my skin

In all of these things you reside

And I want you to flow from the pen, bow and brush

With paper and string, and canvas tight

With ink in the air, to dust your light

From morning to the black of night

This is my call

I belong to you

This is my call

To sing the melodies of you

This is my call

I can do nothing else

I can do nothing else

You're the scent of an unfound bloom

A simple tune

I only write variations to soothe

A drink that will knock me down to the floor

A key that will unlock the door

Where I hear a voice sing familiar themes

Then beckons me weaves notes in between

A bow and a string, a tap and a glass

You pour me 'till the day has passed

This is my call

I belong to you

This is my call

To sing the melodies of you

This is my call

I can do nothing else

I can do nothing else

This is my call

I belong to you

This is my call

To sing the melodies of you

This is my call

I can do nothing else

I can do nothing else

This is my call

I belong to you

This is my call

To sing the melodies of you

This is my call

I can do nothing else

I can do nothing else