"I think yours" 50 x 60 cm, oil on canvas

I think of you when the sun shines on me

radiates from the sea;

I think your when the moon flickers

Paints in sources.

I see you when on the distant path

The dust lifts;

In the dead of night, when on the narrow bridge

The wanderer trembles.

I hear you when there with a muffled hiss

The wave is rising.

In the quiet grove I often go to listen,

When everything is silent.

I'm with you; you are still so far away,

You are close to me!

The sun is setting, soon the stars will shine for me.

Oh, if only you were there!

(Goethe)