Complicated confusions communicated crystal clear, Worlds wrecked and universes created by his mere idea, Infinite futures foretold on stage by a Shakespearean soothsayer, With the power to lift you up to laughter or force you into fear, A smile steals your admiration, or you're left destitute from his sneer, If he wants he makes you still believe Father Christmas comes every year, His ability to communicate anything makes us instinctively revere, His understanding, with which worlds, he creates or makes disappear, When he sings see the sighs spread across the atmosphere, Transforming water from deepest grief to joyful laughers tear, Painted pictures duplicated and projected so universally his effects appear, Messages passed along in songs for a hundred thousand years, So who's this man, or shall we call him a God, whom I've been describing here? Surely no mere mortal could command control of such a sphere!? But everything I've described is all about you, and no-one else comes near, Be the artist who you are, and to yourself sincere. copyright Fraser Kee Scott 07 Visit his gallery at www.agallery.co.uk! |

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