like an ancient painting past its prime you re the only picture in my mind and you re sleeping so peacefully in a far off world where you were mine in the quiet hours of the dark there s a statue of you in my yard made of pinecones and honey too spend a lifetime resurrecting you and you re the opus i m never to write again never to finish in the end you re the masterpiece lost inside my head never to sound never to sound again i have tried to paint your eyes once more but i could never capture their true form still i see you and i feel you till my paintbrush splatters to the floor and you re the opus i m never to write again never to finish you re the masterpiece lost inside my head never to sound never to sound again