turns me to gold in the sunlight

And in all that chaos in my life I find a single moment, far from the rollercoaster of findings, fears and fiction, to just warm my ice cold hands on a hot cup of darjeeling tea (with sugar and milk), saying nothing, breathing deeply, and through the thin wall, behind which an oil painting is forged, a high voice sings to me with so much beautiful force: this is a gift, it comes with a price.