Oct 2019
the paint ripples over the canvas,
understanding collects in the eye
and the orchestra's cadence ignites your blood
the wood of the brush,
the pulp of the paper,
the grit of the effort.
understanding collects in the eye
and the orchestra's cadence ignites your blood
the wood of the brush,
the pulp of the paper,
the grit of the effort.
this is actually the same poem as the eponymous one but i felt it important to write
