The most beautiful sight in all the world:
A blank canvas.
The potential and creativity inside the artist brings life to art.
If you allow me this, I will make you a masterpiece.
For the paper is my canvas, and I the painter.
With my brush in hand – a pencil no less –
I dab at my palette, borrowed or made up
Words words words,
And with each stroke hope you enjoy the view.
Behold, I ask, my creation;
It is for you (and shouldn’t take much effort).
This isn’t for everyone, I have been told.
Don’t worry; I know what lies at the end of the road.
But it is my road, and I am use to the solitude.
Because there is nothing I want more
Than to paint pictures for the world.
A “job”, yes, that I have taken on
Could change me, but my life?
Know that it couldn’t change
What it already is.