You Perfected the art.
Shaped it, moulded it,
It could not be compared.
Paintings so lovely,
I will always stop to stare.
I can see your heart on the canvas;
Your heart on the tip of your paint brush,
yet you refuse to tell us,
how and why it is there.
Your heart belongs on gallery walls,
so everyone has the chance to stop
and admire, the work you have created.
It is you I aspire to be.
You could change the world,
If you so desired.
Yet your work is behind closed doors.
Never to be seen or touched or heard.
Please trust me.
I'm asking you to consider,
to show us what you can achieve.
The world would love your art,
and the kindness hidden in your heart.
