My life is a palette – a piano of watercolors
I am playing a melody that is painting a picture only of You
I can’t see your face, but I see with your sight
Painting from behind myself, I am playing Your song back to You
I am playing a melody that is painting a picture only of You
I can’t see your face, but I see with your sight
Painting from behind myself, I am playing Your song back to You
Always seeking-pushing-pulling-incomplete – let myself die in You
Stretch me to the edges, pull me at the seams
Expose the boundaries of me – the illusion of two
Stretch me to the edges, pull me at the seams
Expose the boundaries of me – the illusion of two
What else stands between You and me?
You are my only brother, only mother, only lover – You are my only
Erase what I have never been, so I may remember You as Me
You are my only brother, only mother, only lover – You are my only
Erase what I have never been, so I may remember You as Me
The song, the image, the ode – all fall back to silence – the only tapestry
Your silence fills in all of the colors, reverberates at the center of sound
You are the masterpiece of what is already complete
Your silence fills in all of the colors, reverberates at the center of sound
You are the masterpiece of what is already complete
I am here to see the face of God today
My life no longer belongs to me
So I stay in silence
as Your great masterpiece
My life no longer belongs to me
So I stay in silence
as Your great masterpiece
With love,
Sruti
Sruti
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