I see now what kind of
Artist You really are. You see
The whole while I only see
Unfinished paint splashes on
An old, dirty canvas. Every element
Used is for a purpose. Even though
The edges are rough and not
Always easy for my eyes to
Digest, I confess-I know little
About “True Art” or “Masterpieces”.

As time progresses, so does my
Understanding of your craft, I grow
To explore new ways of Expression.
It’s Voice resounds so loudly in
My ear but my eyes deafen me so
It’s hard for me to see or hear what
Creativity and Life says to me. I wish
There was an easier way for me
To explain all the things I feel.
Suddenly, I realize, I am only a canvas
And You Use every element of my
Being for Your Greatest Masterpiece.