The seat besides is left for you For you to fill in the space The guitar too lies in wait For you to make some rhythm The window is kept open For your glimpse The tea cup lies where you left it last For you to sip the fresh brew The sleeves are not folded For you to come and roll them up Just as you always did Come and sit by me Pick up the guitar and play the music Show me a glimpse of yourself as I wait by the window And have some tea to raise a toast Come and fill the space....