Mystery Of An Artist
Mystery Of An Artist
Toiling amidst the chaos
On the sandbanks of cacophony
Domiciled an artist
In his mysterious agony
He held the brush
Or the brush held him
No one could ever assay
What the canvas spake to him.
The tip of his fingers,
Brushed with hue
Spilled, in unison, a masterpiece
Of an early morrow dew
Dipped in harmony
He drew out the reed
And painted the whole cosmos
With a tint of love seed.
Toiling amidst the chaos
On the sandbanks of cacophony
Domiciled not an artist
But for himself, an art of masterpiece
Today will someday turn a history
He, a timeless art, ‘ll stay a mystery.