growing beat

Location

Stop

Listen

The thrumming of the music

Vibrating through your mind

Painting a picture no other can see

 

Stroke

Erase

Your hand moves on its own

Making the mind real

Don't think. Just do.

 

Coddle

Caress

Your child is almost done

But will never be complete

Art forever grows.

 

Nurture

Completion

Hold it up to see your face

The picture stares back at you

Hide it away

 

Darkness

Silence

No more thumping of music

No more strokes to the paper

It waits. For yet another song to play

 

 

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