One
day I'll be an artist I will rise up with the dawn
mix
colours for my canvas through the silence of the morning
in
painters light.
In
the quiet there a fishing boat will gently breathe in its colours
and
reflect across the sky-filled seam
in
painters light.
I
don’t know what it is that's kept me from it all this time
best
way to kill the thing you love
is
if you never even try
but
I won’t let my love die.
When
I was but a boy I fell in love with how the hand
with
just a pencil could create a flower, a face, a country landscape
and
how an artist could wear his heart upon on my sleeve.
And
I got lost in every line until that boy became a man,
my
childish dreams of exhibitions somehow stayed a secret plan
and
you know yourself, my friends, what life can do with plans.
This
old game I'm in demands that I commit the perfect crime
say each man kills the thing he loves
If
you just give him enough time
but
I won’t kill mine!
One
day I’ll be an artist. I will rise up with the dawn.
A
stunning combination of music and drawings, both moving in different ways, both
complementary to each other.
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