She says that I'm an artist
Who paints treasures with words
A rhymer of the whisper
That some have never heard

A proclaimer of ideas
That start off in the heart
Moving quickly beyond all this
Bits and pieces a la carte

A man for all seasons
Playing out in song
Giving her a reason
That she can sing along

Apparently I've kept her
All this time enthralled
Like Winter, Spring, and Summer
Flows into the Fall

She says that I'm an artist
Not sure how far that will go
Perhaps when I'm dead and gone
Then the past we'll know