The Artist as the Canvas

I carry my canvas It shapes my mind’s eye It makes people feel What I bury inside It makes people see What I see through their eyes It makes people wonder What talents I hide I am the canvas That only hearts can touch I hold the strokes of The soul artist’s brush No one may form a solid picture in my frame it changes and shifts and melds throughout the day I carry my canvas Everywhere I go It runs down my back Around my toes Over my eyes And under my nose To express me entirely I am the canvas