Seeing her with her paintbrush,
The small details she focuses on.
The little eyebrow scrunch and deep breathes.
Then calm & serenity.
Every line with new colors blending and becoming something only she could’ve seen.
She brings it to life,
The little smile when she notices I’m in awe of her.
Etching the wonders of her mind,
Coffee break as she asks for a poem.
I didn’t realize she would paint it out,
And that’s how the poet fell for the painter.