White beautiful words On white patient paper That is waiting for color It's getting later and later A feeling that's unshaped Phrases wobble out Written in order to delete I shout out loud Where did you go? I can't see you Where did you go? I can't feel you My inspiration Oh my inspiration The muse I miss The spirit I need You, my inspiration The color I can't choose The brush I can't lead Is laying senseless in front of me Where's the sprouting seed Where did you go? I can't see you Where did you go? I can't feel you But when I can see you But when I can feel you Every single note is flowing Every phrase is growing The melody sounds as lovely as you are