Your identity spoke of artistry,
I am in awe of your craft's royalty.
Every captured moment, every frozen sight
Seems like my every memorable delight.

In tiny tiles of colors,
You are perfection.
In simple lines of words,
You are meaningful.

But in the  static state,
The moving you,
You are the train
That reached the outskirts of town --
Trying to run away from reality.