THE PAINTER AND THE MUSE
The Muse breathes
And sighs…In ripples
Solid gray and liquid silver,
Swirling, dancing, smiling.
Living…Underneath his fingers.
The Painter paints, waits, wonders,
Persuasive. Loud, yet quiet,
Painting, convincing, forming.
Neither one gives while the other takes,
Neither one falls while the other stands.
The hook that joins them, the final dance.
Neither one conquered, nor freed in the end.
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