Masterpiece

Blank canvass
Thoughtful visage
Mindful presence
Poised being

The brush ..held
Silent in midair

Crisp morning breeze
Gentle
Encouraging
Coaxing
For him to go on…

Contemplation.

The many pictures
Crossing his minds eye
Landscapes
Portraits
Flowers
Rivers
People
Things

What a dilemma.

Minutes turn into Hours
And hours to days
Years

The Man morphs to another person
The what-if has changed what-is.

Twilight fast approaching
With nothing to lose
With a sense of abandon

The man dips
His hands in the raw paint
And
For the first time
In his life as an artist
Feels the canvass

A Masterpiece is born

- Rhea