On the Wall

Life is my brush and ballads of smiles are my colours,
That filled the macabre of tranquility in your eyes.
For the voice was mine that you held forever
Among the labyrinths of your unbreakable spirit.

Let me give you a canvas to elaborate your wings
To paint the feathers of your unuttered silence,
Etched on these walls are illusions of a melody,
That whispered the rise of an indomitable soul.

I painted you on the walls, for there exist no canvas,
To reflect the insignia of your unconquerable heart.
Lost will be the surreal touch that transcends time,
For life is my brush and requiems of memories are my colors.