Lonely Picture

Like a June-bug outside your window-still,
Wishing to get in and out of the storm.
My face against the cold glass.
Once long ago, I remember when it was warm,
Your love has come and gone to pass,
Yet tears in my eyes still spill.

Silence in the song of time.
Silence in these lines of mine.

The keys on the piano still play.
A hundred years pass, but my cry lasts.
If only you had asked me to stay.
If only you hadn’t let memories past.
My heart has gone and died away,
What´s left is my sad and worn portray.