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I see him on the wall
Framed, brought to life by vivid colour
It surprises me; the way it captures who he is
Because I always see him in life but never in print

He looks at me, his smile boyish and happy
His hands holding his most precious treasure
Completely focused on his art
His gaze never straying

And beside him…
What comes to mind is a frosty day
A sparkling moment trapped in time
On the other side the sunlight balances on delicate blades
I can almost smell the freshly mown grass
Bokehs dancing in the summer breeze
All his work, beckoning me to soar

Then I'm transported back to real life
Sitting at the worn desk
Trying to find the last word
Stifled by my art

He is free and strong
I am trapped and weak
He lives every day on the wing
And me?
I live only inside my own head

His eyes see the beauty and wonder of life
Fascinated; he changes the focus
Not stopping until it's perfect
His aim is always true

His passion touches his art
In a way I never could with mine
He's always ready, always willing
Prepared for the perfect opportunity

Unlike me…
What he tells with one picture
I try to convey in a thousand words
Only to erase it all and start again

I live inside a stifling room
Bound by the pages I write
The only sound heard is the clicking of a keyboard
I only stop to breathe

I could run forever with him and the wind
If not for what I chose
The books in my bag, the words in my mind
Chain me to the floor

And he's always there, at the corner of my vision
Somewhere beyond my sight
I can see him but I can't touch him
He's on a path parallel to mine

But I guess that's why he's special to me
Because he is my freedom
His inspiration inspires me
To live beyond the page; beyond the words
And take a chance on risk

Because even if he's never in the picture, he's always in my heart

Description
I see him on the wall
Framed, brought to life by vivid colour
It surprises me; the way it captures who he is
Because I always see him in life but never in print

He looks at me, his smile boyish and happy
His hands holding his most precious treasure
Completely focused on his art
His gaze never straying

And beside him…
What comes to mind is a frosty day
A sparkling moment trapped in time
On the other side the sunlight balances on delicate blades
I can almost smell the freshly mown grass
Bokehs dancing in the summer breeze
All his work, beckoning me to soar

Then I'm transported back to real life
Sitting at the worn desk
Trying to find the last word
Stifled by my art

He is free and strong
I am trapped and weak
He lives every day on the wing
And me?
I live only inside my own head

His eyes see the beauty and wonder of life
Fascinated; he changes the focus
Not stopping until it's perfect
His aim is always true

His passion touches his art
In a way I never could with mine
He's always ready, always willing
Prepared for the perfect opportunity

Unlike me…
What he tells with one picture
I try to convey in a thousand words
Only to erase it all and start again

I live inside a stifling room
Bound by the pages I write
The only sound heard is the clicking of a keyboard
I only stop to breathe

I could run forever with him and the wind
If not for what I chose
The books in my bag, the words in my mind
Chain me to the floor

And he's always there, at the corner of my vision
Somewhere beyond my sight
I can see him but I can't touch him
He's on a path parallel to mine

But I guess that's why he's special to me
Because he is my freedom
His inspiration inspires me
To live beyond the page; beyond the words
And take a chance on risk

Because even if he's never in the picture, he's always in my heart