May I regard you as an artist’s work?
You’re just as stark, yet just as inviting
It’s true that to most, your enigma irks
And yet, I sit over you deciding

In what way to decipher this and that
How to go about telling who you are
Putting myself where the artist once sat,
Capturing the mystery of a star

Day in and day out, I go in deeper
I, putting you together piece by piece
And day in and day out, you grow clearer
As a result, I gain pieces of me
Oh, a thing of beauty you’ll always be
Its immortality, a mystery