You create masterpieces,
Shaped my world only with your stare.
If I give you a canvas, what would you paint?
I knew you’d pick a few colors
With shades I’ll never know
Would it be the vibrant ones?
Or those that make everything dull?
Maybe you’d get a brush or a few
Then a water-well and a towel
And this blank canvas will soon tell a story
From brush and techniques I’ll never know
You almost did it. You had it done;
Had handpicked the colors,
Had canvas in front of you,
Had water-well to change tones,
Had a towel in case something drips, and
Had the brush in your hands!
You know, I could have been your artwork
But the paint did not touch the brush
And the canvas never felt any brush