You pull down the canopy of night,
And with pin ****** bright,
You guide the sun back to the sky

And whip back the grey and black canvass
Royal gold and turquoise
Without a noise, your pen scratches the sky

With streaks of white and grey
Thick black thunder heads sway
And then as the paint bleeds, you cover the easel

We can open the heart and pierce the mind,
But only an artist leaves feelings behind,
Feelings from thoughts as big as the sky