• What artist might produce,
    such a wondrous work of art,
    that can remain completely hidden,
    in a forsaken soul?

    What artist used their gentle strokes,
    to form such a bright character,
    and used their flaking charcoal,
    to transform it into a buried treasure?

    What artist used their colors,
    to craft such beauty,
    and used their deepest pencil,
    to create a diamond in the rough?

    What artist used their tools,
    to sculp such magnificense,
    and used their dull clay mud,
    to hide it from the eye?

    What artist created this woman,
    upon whom my eyes fall,
    whose hair hangs limp before her own,
    in a desperate attempt to hide her face?

    What artist crafted that voice,
    so like a birdsong in the breeze,
    that is rarely sang to others,
    yet holds a charm of its own?

    What artist may have been,
    so brilliantly skilled,
    to create such a wonderful puzzle,
    as this woman I see now?