Soul Burglar

I'm your soul burglar
Waiting for the right moment to sneak in
And then steal your emotions, deepest thoughts
Once expressed, they're no longer yours
Neither are they mine, but I just take them
And put them in my little wooden jewelry box
So colorful they are-some blue, some orange, and some red
And very rarely green or black.
Just tell me what song are you listening to right now?
I'll listen to it by myself
So I can visit your mind
And have a cup of tea inside your lovely brain.
And tell me what you saw and made you sad
Or joyful
You miss your parents? Loved-one? Friends?
I'll miss them too, just tell me what song
Should I listen to
What book to read
And what God should I trust.