Before After

No. It still doesn't work. What am I not seeing?
If I can just hang the pictures in the right order they'll make sense of one another and we'll have an exhibition.
Have to clear the mind
See what lies behind
And find that moment of clarity.
Begin...
First comes the tree
That's the clear choice to start with
'Cause trees are so rooted and strong,
Then the sunset beside it,
Radiant and leading to -
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Have to get it right,
Get the order right,
Make it all just right...
Move that one after,
This one before... After.
Where is Ami?
She always knows what to do.
She'd say art is like music
It's the shape you're looking for
Find it in the notes
And you'll hear your music soar, Ami.
Is she the solution?
So begin with the hilltop
'Cause that's where we started,
Ami and me on that hill,
And next, maybe, the sunset,
That she made me run for and...
Still, still, still!
Something isn't right.
Still it isn't right.
Have to get it right...
This belongs after,
That one before... After
Just ask Ami
She always knows what I need.
She'd say art is like a puzzle,
A riddle there to solve.
Unlock the combination
And watch your art evolve.
Maybe
But what about this still life of red wine spilled onto an apron?
It's got nothing to do with the rest of the pictures but somehow it feels like it should be... Wait...
Yes!
That's the beginning
But still, something's missing.
Now the hilltop, the sunset, the view.
Yes, the view that we ran for
Wait, I made her run for.
Next is the tree,
What about Ami?
Of course!
And that picture of Ami
Completing it all!
Hang it on the wall
So these pictures can all tell a story!
Put them together in just the right order and...
That's it! It works!
Buttons undone and smiling, under the tree.
Ami
There for me again.
The sun on her face. It's as clear as a memory!
But her hair's different, she's younger. So how could I picture it?
There we were standing on the perfect spot
Looking at the world below us.
Open your eyes,
Open your eyes -
Wait!
Time to try again, pick up the pencil and-
What? No! How?
That was the first time we saw the view
When we ran up the hill,
So how could I have shared it with you once before?
Sunsets and landscapes
And picnics and "wanton"
And buttons and kisses -
God, I remember us
Up there
Breathing the same air
With love that's rooted deep and twice as strong!
It was her all along!
It's her!
Ami
Ami
All of these months
So many chances to tell me...
She never said a word...