when I search for my art I look into you - into the electrical blue sparks in your eyes that fuel my love and ignite a burn in my mind and lungs and crackles onto paper.

when you look for your art you pick up your guitar, and pluck at it like you do at my heart strings, the ringing of the notes in my ears burning blissfully to your tune.

I long for you to one day look at me and for my paint to swirl on a canvas in front of you, merging into beauty so I can one day be enough for you.