In an instant there was artistry.
Take the spiteful pen to parchment,
And scarlet letters ooze from each whorish word.
Then, comes a painter.
Her pallet harbors every color of self.
Each bristle glides in tandem,
And brilliant color dances among an unassuming writer.
Grey matter turns to gold
And old burdens collapse in the wake of painters' brilliance.
And beauty lie 'cross the canvas of an unchallenged mind.
Beauty that surpasses flesh and comparable thought.
Yet, painter had yet to begin first stroke.
The writer sat before a pallet of his own.
And in an instant there was artistry.
