To the love of the Phantom

Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me

We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .

Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the way things
might have been . . .

Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . .

You may say:
   Can it be? Can it be ......?
   Bravo!
   Long ago, it seems so long ago
   How young and innocent we were...
   She may not remember me,
   but I remember her...

Flowers fades,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so did we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me!

- Edited from "Think of me" song from 'The Phantom of the Opera'

Permanence in view

Imagine a house hidden protectively against the scorching sun and highway noises and from where when you look out your patio you hear a babbling brook running through a few high and thick trees covered in moss and ferns creating a peaceful green canopy, housing song birds - big and tiny- chirping their soulful melody to the passing deer, and where bunny rabbits and hopping squirrels come a-calling for bread crumbs morning, noon and night.


You gotta love a house with a view.


My house too has a view. It overlooks the parking lot. Beyond which you can also see the high-inverted V ceiling of a nearby apartment block.

I love it.

It's ideal in the sense, that at the least no season affects it - rain or snow or sunshine, all the props are always there, so you can't miss it. It so unremarkable that you don't miss it.

Do you get what I'm saying?