Like dynamite your fuse began
To explode inside my wonderland,
But all outside were still in muse
While I remained the least confused
You bred the painting all too well
Casting the viewers in a spell
As in a moment’s elegance
You let go waves of brilliance,
In that rare hour of doom
Distortions disguised hidden gloom
They saw only your happy face
A wrath disguised with careful grace,
I knew your painting as I knew you
A sky though clear is always blue
But then the gallery was gay
It had to be so let’s make hay!