Flowers in the Window

The flowers stand guard in the window do not allow a look beyond their presence, perhaps an offering of love, a reminder, a song, it occurs to me...

"Think of me, when you cry,
When you laugh, also think of me
when you want to take my life,
I do not want it at all,
it does not work for me without you"...

More, however, the color and the loving game form are there blessed by the light regardless of the song, the interpretation, the intention, only the light gives way to its existence.