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