So I see their easels at the water from the window
I know his is not - as is never - with them
Seven years I've watched them sadly watching with them understanding


Joan my head hurts my head hurts
Joan I must close the curtain


They will come back in the evening
"See the way the sky is changing

Can you see the colours " he would say to me
Well of course I see the colours
Sea is silver red and white and


No! You don't look! You don't see!
No you don't look you don't see


In the squares of sun
Slanted on the floor

Slanted over my feet
Joan


This is how he painted me
A halo round me - like Our Lady
Bathed his brush in sun

And blurred my faults away

Joan the sunlight the sunlight

Joan I must close the curtains
Joan
Mm ah ah

Mm ah ah
Mm ah ah