The Artist

I am the artist

I paint with light
Use bold and bright
With canvas earth
And brushes wind

I paint with oil
Use sand and soil
With still of life
And moving hand

I paint with rain
Use love and pain
With colors blurred
And frenzied mind

I paint with coal
Use death and soul
With hammered fist
And withered land

I am the artist.

I write with strings
Use fall and spring
With pain and joy
And bursting heart

I write with brass
Use sun and grass
With marching feet
And voices loud

I write with wood
Use bad and good
With breathless light
And child’s laugh

I write with drums
Use shouts and hums
With strongest heart
And floating shroud

I am the artist.