Obra Maestra

Frenetic thoughts, somnolent hymns,

A precarious fiasco from the hands of
Him;
With facile flair, He whipped His
brush
A myriad of colors, emotions that
rush
A stroke of blithe, of hues astir
A pinch of birse with a dash of fear
A touch of love - the humans'
ephemera,
Shattering the silence of this vast
lacuna
The artist smirks, enthralled to his
trance,
His artwork glowed in all its
vibrance;
The canvas screams of gaiety, of
woe
Of unspoken dreams, they care not
know.
The abstract laughs, at times, it
tears,
It all depends on the heart that hears
Likewise is the world - this breathing
enigma:
An ocean of glyphs, His obra maestra