You’re the art,
You’re the artist too,
I’m just the brush
That moves for you.
Across the canvas,
I sweep and glide,
Every colour I carry
Is something you decide.
Without your hand
I am just wood and hair,
But with your touch
I become something rare.
You are the vision,
The reason, the start,
I am just the brush,
But you are the art.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
You’re the art,
You’re the artist too,
I’m just the brush
That moves for you.
Across the canvas,
I sweep and glide,
Every colour I carry
Is something you decide.
Without your hand
I am just wood and hair,
But with your touch
I become something rare.
You are the vision,
The reason, the start,
I am just the brush,
But you are the art.