To the Artists.

Her hands are steady.
Her mind is clear.
Her world fades.
Music is all she hears
Providing background
For creation.
An image appears
To her mind's eye.
Brush in hand
She lifts colors
From her palette.
Yellows, reds, and blues.
With color she shows
The true self within.
Her heart speaks
Through her hands.
Each brush stroke
Crying out for
The world to see.
Her heart floods
With emotions
As her thoughts
Come to life.
An individual view
From a single person.
Recorded to be shared
With those that care to see
The world through
Different sets of eyes.
Her hands stop.
The brush falls
Down to the tray.
Her message is
Immortalized upon
The white canvas.
Smiling wide,
She admires her
Heart's work.