The Unseen Artist

                                    The Unseen Artist


                                       A composer
                  His music pours out from the deep crevices of the world
                         Embracing all and allowing all to listen.
                          It fills the craters we call the oceans.
                    The waves, the beating heart in tune with only he.

                                     Anonymous is he.

                                       A painter
                               The very heavens smile down,
                   Their lights cascading down through the cotton giants.
                                      Illustrious.
                       His hands tenderly brush against the canvas,
                          A vivid rupture of beauty trails forth.

                                     Anonymous is he.

                                         A lover
                     Emerald green and bronze fields lay under our feet.
                                Gnarly limbs extend outward,
                                 The fruit they bear a gift.
                           His love blossoms from the flower buds
                                      And encases us.

                                     Anonymous is he.

                                His canvas lay before him.
                                The world, his masterwork.
                         His emotion, so powerful and meaningful.
                                         Complex.

                                     Anonymous is he.

                            A master of beauty and perfection.
                  His eyes, the night sky, sparkle with overwhelming joy.
                   A beauty none but he can ever accomplish so perfectly.
                           The hand of an artist unseen, but felt.

                                    
                                    ~ApostleOfEventide