Paint Your Light

*Song lyrics:* (What are Your colors?) (What kind of painting?) (So much captivating) (So, so much) Tell me, are You something light reflects, or something it avoids? What if I were to paint You, my dear? Make a big big picture of You right here Discover a new new color that doesn’t exist To paint Your essence, the problem persists Would I mix up time with a dash of grace? Try to sketch Your silence, trace Your face Truth is a pigment that hides in disguise I search for the shade in Your soft replies And I ask… Would it even matter, the strokes I make? If you’re the kind of muse the world can’t fake Still I try, palette full, soul half-wrecked Trying to paint something I can't dissect Would I use love to paint Your hair? A brush made of longing, dipped in Your stare You're quite, quite warm, very far from cold A story that persists, and will always be told Your aura’s loud, but Your words are calm You're a verse in motion, a living psalm What frame could hold what You represent? Your vibe ain't paint, it’s the firmament (What are Your colors?) Are You the void between the light? (What kind of painting?) Something sacred, out of sight You're not just seen, You're understood A fragment of truth, in flesh and wood So I blend and blend, but still can't find The brushstroke that could define Your mind Just a clock ticking in a dim-lit room Every silence between us feels like bloom I hear echoes of things I never said And yet You answer with colors instead You come with questions I’ve never resolved Like questions in dreams that never dissolved Not questioning, no questions, can be never refused You're one of a kind that is, You are, still am confused You're a riddle that rhymes with inner unrest Like a beat that don’t drop, but still hits your chest You don’t explain, You just are, You exist The more I observe, the more that I’ve missed If I painted Your light, would You be more near? Would You stay a moment… or fade with my fear? Maybe my colors are a mirror of what I won’t say Maybe You’re the reason why shadows fall that way (What are Your colors?) Not of this spectrum, not of this time (What kind of painting?) You're both the order and the design To paint You is to embrace my soul To see You is, to see You is (So, so much captivating) (So, so much) (So, so much captivating) (So, so much) You’re not just a color… You’re the reason the canvas breathes.