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 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
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  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 sooth the mood
  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 weave notes in between
  a tap and a string, a bow and a glass
  you pour me till the day has passed....
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