Abandoned Garden Michael Franks

In your abandoned garden, sunlight still prevails
The jasmine climbs the trellis
Fragrantly, the jacaranda ultravioletly sways
The blossoms, each of them by your hand planted
Will -- even if I tell them of your sudden
Disappearance from us --
Not believe the tale

Though the samba has ended, I know in the sound
Of your voice, your piano, your flute, you are found
And the music within you continues to flow
Sadly, lost Antonio

You were my inspiration, my hero, my friend
On the highway of time will I meet you again?
If the heart ever heals, does the scar always show?
For the lost Antonio?
For the lost Antonio?

In your abandoned garden, beauty is unchanged
The hummingbird still hovers for the scent
The frangipane so seductively displays
Camellias, each of them by your hand planted
The sadness of your sudden disappearance
Still unknown to them
Await the kiss of rain