A Letter.

To: a small, thirsty girl who drinks too many tea-cups and writes in pen, I say:

The light that dances through the glass in my window pane
The wind that combs through my hair
And the rain that saturates my skin
...Makes me think of the girl that I miss so much.

So on this day of gloomy skies and brisk breeze,
I'll stay inside and drink a tea-cup
Write down my thoughts
And send her my love.

Through the light
Through the wind
And through the rain
It flies

Only to land on her shoulder
Waiting for her to listen
To it's sweet whisper:
"I miss you"

From: a boy with constant music and a brain full of chemistry.