Song Without Words Op. 19 #6 by Felix Mendelssohn

briar-ridge

hello
(like the color of heather/

on the bay) and
goodbye

(to martha's vineyard), i'll be
setting sail

(like growing
my own teeth) and

i cannot wait.
here.

the time comes (in) and goes
(like tide)

and

everything you are (to me)
all
comes down
(to)

just one thing:
the sun

going down (in the sky).
i

like the color
of

your face...