You a Lyla... and me an Evan...

Sometimes...
got a feeling...
you...
my Lyla...
and
I
your son
Evan...

and you
search for me...
lost am i in a city...
carried away complete
by a savant like spirit...

but you know...
don't you?
i am no savant...

for you
i flee...
for you i laugh out in glee...
for you i find the Ethereal Goddess...
for you i land straight to Space...

and still
for you i drop down...
and like a traveler
i run the whole town...

for you...
In July
August find i...

for you
in spring
Autumn so much beauty
to me brings...

for you
mother so golden...
Lyla mine...
i in glory awesome shine...

{note: loosely based on a Kirsten Sheridan film 'August Rush' (2007) }