My Brush is Law
My colors creep
My canvas - an eternity
My higher mind combine all three
Each one is nothing without thee

My faithful Brush - where did you go?
Your bristles lost amid life's pallet
Stirring songs deep into the rainbow
We forget the first and last of ballads

Oh color - grand fixture of my slanted my eye
Is it that I'm deceived and really truly Blind?
If shown the fact in reason - A good man must decide
To believe in colors is not a curse - but the blessing of disguise

My canvas of creation - invisible inside
Through every smear you never stained and never once cried  
You hold the world upon your skin
Even when it has peeled and dried
Through life and death - through love and sin
My canvas stands - A silent friend