The art of creation.

My brush is sliding across a canvas.

Paint is dripping from its edge.

Colors fading in, dividing

Its surface like a living hedge.

The past and future have collided

Into something I can touch and see.

I have invited life into my creation, 

And what shape it'll take is my responsibility.

Will it smile or will it frown? 

Will it fill one's heart with hope?  

It's all in the hands of the painter.

Only he can see the true picture behind the matter...