the crystal chandeliers
light up the paintings
on your wall* (1)

but have you ever stood back
to study them at all?

you position them
with loving care
with emotions
that you lack

do you look upon my paintings
and wish you could take back...

the broken heart? the messed up mind?
do you wish you weren't lost
in the midnight forest?
can you smell the gentle fragrance
of the flower I painted
that recently just blossomed?

I'm proud your proud
under the perfect light,
your eyes glisten
under crystal chandeliers
my art speaks aloud
I wish you would look less
and just *listen