When you see a painter’s paint,
Belief it’s imagined by your brain,
then let flat canvas melt away and
Take you to the painter’s plane.
While you hear a singer sing,
Steal her tongue while the song is sung.
And as your ear becomes the mouth,
You’ll know the soul the song comes from.
As you read these word I write,
be the voice who sends them forth.
Eliminate the medium,
speak through the author’s eye.
Words, sound and images –
each a part of consciousness.
When we truly borrow a part, we
become the mind who made the art