To bind the muse, to allow

The distant vibrations to focus

To bring local what was

Absent

How would such exquisite sensibility

Such unencumbered and

Expansive

Motivation to create

Oil pigment pushed and spilt on

Linen stretched

Compressed carbon scratched and rubbed

Rough paper embracing

And capturing the souls within

Without

and forever

How would that manifest

From within and through

A beauty already

Well and perfectly defined

What would the product be of such

Breathtaking

Mind numbing elegance

Blurring the difference

Sight and sound

Between here and

Now

The product of such luscious

Splendor

Can only ever be

(impossibly)

More beautiful

It’s magnificence doubled

Trebled

An order of magnitude

Beyond

Imagination