"You will find me if you want me in the garden...unless it's pouring down with rain..."

my quiet, quiet garden where pills grow and birds die on their petals.
I'm waiting for you in my quiet, quiet garden
to show you the sky .
You can come with your music
I'll be there with my silence.
No wind, no dust, no rocks,
just small, small graves for
small, small thoughts
from far, far corners of my mind.
But...
You're already here-
the garden in my head.
but you don't talk to me.
but you don't look at me.
I give you my sky,
sky that's no regular , random blue.
And I see you under a tree,
you don't move
you don't say a word
you just stay there
and everything falls apart
behind you.

And you're waiting too...
but not for me