Song Description

Someone remembering their painter/partner who recently passed with images, sounds, and stories using the colors and composition in a work of art.

Lyrics

All That I've Left
© 2025 Matthew Scharpf matthewscharpfacoustic@gmail.com 708-254-0596

Well the walk this spring morning is cold
And our farmhouse is empty and sold
It's the last time I'll walk 'long our river
And touch the trees that delivered
Your crimson, burnt orange, and gold.

You were always amazed this time of year
How fast the sun set and the chills reappeared
I think back to all of your pain
As the doctors would claim that
You'd be out of the woods, in the clear.

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But oh what a show while your curtain began closing
Now your rocking chair's empty and still
It's all that I've left

I remember so much from that day
Watched your eyes well as the branches kept swaying
Felt the same wind you'd been painting
As your color slowly faded
From sunshine to dishwater grey

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And the sun always somehow found its way to your face
As you're laying in bed after everything's been said like a prayer
All the places we never went! All the moments yet to spend into thin air

One thing you left was a canvas half begun
Of your rocking chair worn out and numb
I still hear it crackling and creaking
Through loose boards in the ceiling
Oh some things just never get done