The Good Artist

We are like a stone being chipped away at, 

tap after tap,

until beauty is revealed.

Life shows us this, 

It shows us true talent and true strength, 

We are chiselled,

We are broken down,

We are hammered,

For our own good.

Our eyes are opened and we gather grit, steal and iron,

Our hearts are warmed, 

Our minds made gentle,

Our creativity enlightened,

Our fires made burning,

Tap after tap,

Pieces are broken off,

Our weaknesses are chiselled away.

We crack and crumble,

We are pounded down, 

Each breakage reveals 

strength after strength,

An inner core of resilience and determination that only the tenacity to never give in will bring.

The artists stone made good and humble, 

closer and closer to that final image,

that final destination.

He revels and delights at the anticipated achievement in his own gift, 

It is brilliant music to him,

The tools of art are the heart and soul, and all that is inside is displayed for all to see,

What matters is the shear exhilaration,

The joy and reward,

People may marvel, people may stare,

Genius or madness who knows,

Tap after tap into his life and mind, and spirit.

We are only damaged if some beauty is not revealed,

We are only damaged if the artist is unhappy,

We are only damaged if we damage others,

The Good Artist only nurtures his power, his spirit is high and his power is happiness, his power is to reveal the truth that lies inside him, after all weakness is of material, strength is unseen.