Painting windows

You will find yourself one day
Painting the windows of your house
Your arm moving into the silence
Of the sweetly slipping brush

Seeking for something new
In a sunny spring afternoon
You wont care about the memories
And the softness they can bring

Windowpane lightly starts to vibrate
Unstable, in the fresh wind
Memories filling you in like a river
Once obstructed by your will

They will tell you what we were
And the songs we used to sing
And your heart will skip a beat
As your phone will start to ring.