The music kept on playing from your pen,
Nobody knew your melancholy mind then.
Shy, stuttering, you starved yourself thin,
Dreamboat Annie, the ship of your dream.
.
Your magic man was your dearest love,
You married neither him nor anyone.
Said hello to all your secret life inside,
They only said goodbye to your outside.
.
Little queen had to keep her love alive,
Engines were screaming asking her why.
Now the wine is bitter on your tongue,
Not wild and fine like when you were young.
.
You danced across the pages of magazine,
Bent down over a clear running stream.
I find your song flows around my mind,
Restless sailor, moved by the mistral wind.
