3. PAINTER AND 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.
© 2013 Ani Keating