Weave threads of undreamt lives,
plunge starlight in a swan lake,
save your reflection in a raindrop,
and you’ll find every rainbow’s end.
There’s nothing here for you to see,
but the images you’ll draw with clouds.
There’s nothing here for you to feel,
but the longing that’s beating in your heart.
Let sorrow simmer down two nights,
sing a duet with the voice in your heart,
keep one stone from every beach you see,
and you’ll find your song in a musical box.
There’s everything here for you to see,
through smiles that make the world go round.
There’s everything here for you to feel,
through tears that give you colours on a clear day.