Ever since that rainy dark day,

All my footsteps have been leading me away

From that one place we used to stay.

I remember, no matter how much I try to forget.

I forget, no matter how much I try to remember.

Sometimes I blur out my memories

And yet they refuse to disappear,

Sometimes I try to relive my moments with you

And yet nothing feels as real as it used to be.

Your laugh was soon forgotten, and yet I still hear them

A cheeky grin that still hangs in the walls of my mind

Like a beautiful painting hoping to be seen.

Sometimes ignored, sometimes abandoned

And yet never quite forgotten.

In this same rainy dark day,

I stand in the same place we used to stay

With the same familiar silence

But the clinking of my paintbrush along

The gentle music of your hands against

The black and white keys of that old piano you loved.

The perfect music against my painting,

Two pieces of art comes together:

A beauty to the eye, a comfort to the ear.

Both opened our minds. Both opened our hearts.

These same feet which tried so hard to run away

From your forever vanished presence,

Brought me back to this same place you used to play.

Sometimes with shaky hands, sometime with certainty

And I remember, each wrong note you pressed,

One key down, one key up. Each tune you used to play

Became part of the music you tried to convey.

I paint along with your music

My hands move by themselves, dancing against the

Big, white and empty canvas.

Whatever we created, we created together

Silencing everyone who saw,

Silencing every thought that passed the mind

And replaced with utmost wonder.

Maybe even stopping death in its tracks

Just for a slight second or two.

I listen and listen, only

I'm not listening to your anymore

I'm listening to my own mind trying to remember,

Trying to remember those forgotten notes

Because you are not here to play them anymore.

Death chases life as life runs away. And life gives up.

Only you would be too stubborn, too selfish

To leave my mind in peace. To leave in that same way.

And so here I am, in that same old place,

Humming quietly to your half-forgotten tunes

As I paint alone against the black and white.