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

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

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

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

His 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

His 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

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