You have seen life withering
And the beauty of nature
In your dreams
And your brush
Has always blessed
This bright burning.
Our silent dialogue
Has suddenly disappeared
Like happiness disappears
You've gone through the storm
Beyond the horizons of earthly concerns.

That morning, opening the window
I saw a picture
Maples, straightened freely
Rocking in the wind so easily
I have head music.
The summer fairy tale musicians
Have sent diamonds
Of their hearts tears.
To those who are not with us
Anymore

I know you’ve forgotten me
Artist, that drew the rain
You serve other angels now
And you will not call me to follow you.
The artist that drew the rain