It's not about the flowers --
they're as beautiful and bright as can be
But the longing I feel
staring at an empty chair
and the unfinished cup of tea.
I see you in the music
when I'm searching for tranquility
But the sadness seeps in
my desire still burns
I miss you touching me...
There's a hidden door of truth
where my hopes and fears combine
A shadow stirs pain
deep scars plague my heart
Will they ever fade with time?
It's not about our time lost
or some impossible possibility
But the lonely view
of a life without us
and the unwritten symphony.
