A sweep of the arm
A flick of the wrist,
Bold lines that
Speak life into
A dead page.

The light playfully dances across,
The shadows creep close.
A dynamic contrast
From deep within
The heart.

From soul to mind to head to
Arm to wrist to hand to
Finger to pencil to
Page to eye to
Mind to
Soul.

A sweep of the arm,
And the light playfully dances,
From soul to mind to head to
The lips that speak life.