I feel happiest when…
Whether holding paintbrush, pencil or pen
The landscapes open up on the page
Flowing ink emotions from humour to page
The world opens up from within the minds eye
With colourful phrases, sand and blue sky
Teachers and preachers, stories of old
Ancient maps and symbols dark and bold
Painting a reality on the canvas of life
Telling the stories of war, famine and strife
Turning the page to a much brighter view
Lost stories of Rembrandt and Bush, to name but a few
Looking for answers in colours and words
Answers bring questions showing life is absurd
Hiding their secrets in picture and verse
Of mysteries lost, for better or worse
Painting all day, writing all night
Shadows grow long as the candle burns bright
Working alone to tell us his truth
The artists sacrifice, his words, his youth