As you pick up the paintbrush
The music starts to play
Deafening the mundane cacophony
Enveloped in your made up world
A portal seen through your canvas
With each stroke of the brush
Colors starts to fly, fireworks in your mind
You sway to your own creativity
Couldn’t tell the difference,
Between you and a ballerina
The look on your face, filled with passion
Butterflies appeared out of nowhere
Carrying your emotions,
Flying in different directions
Filling the space within with life and glee
As you let go of the easel,
Ready to unveil your work of art
Smiling right at me, rays passing through
At that moment, I realized I wasn’t dreaming
There is indeed two masterpieces that I percieve