Words & Orange Trees or Splendid Butterfly

Life is funny sometimes.

At a date with myself at the Museum of Fine Arts I finally found something I wasn't really looking for anymore but knew I was missing. A song. Staring at Gustave Caillebotte's "The Orange Trees" and listening to the random stuff I had downloaded to my Ipod, The Magnetic Fields' "All My Little Words" started playing...

You are a splendid butterfly
It is your wings that make you beautiful
And I could make you fly away
But I could never make you stay
You said you were in love with me
Both of us know that that's impossible
And I could make you rue the day
But I could never make you stay

Not for all the tea in China
Not if I could sing like a bird
Not for all North Carolina
Not for all my little words
Not if I could write for you
The sweetest song you ever heard
It doesn't matter what I'll do
Not for all my little words

Now that you've made me want to die
You tell me that you're unboyfriendable
And I could make you pay and pay
But I could never make you stay


That was it. It was the song I needed. I played it six times and kept staring at the painting. I wasn't even thinking about any of that stuff anymore! It just happened. And as I listened to the lyrics I was eternally grateful to Stephin Merritt and his band.

Of course, I walked to the parking lot and I found a short note on my windshield. It made me look over my shoulder with a bit of surprise. Then a few mixed feelings sunk in for a minute or two, and later everything went back to normal. She's in Houston.
Life plays jokes on you. Don't get me wrong. I am very thankful for the note, it put a smile on my face, and it made me write all this! It was just a weird coincidence that it happened today, right after I found the song, right outside the museum. Of course I played it again...