Structuring Beauty

On a two-dimensional canvas.

Touching up details

With sham lights,

So that noone can tell,

To come up with a theme.

Raid other pieces

For a background

A foreground

A colour scheme

But really work it this time.

The subject lives in the art

From the time it’s placed there

And needs some pleasant surroundings

To coax nonplussed emotion

From an anticipated voyeur.

A work of art,

Simple in line,

Effusive in tone,

Dramatic in hue,

Perfect in proportion,

Secret in technique,

Warm in perception,

Deep in perspective,

Close in intellect,

Drenched in empathy,

True in execution,

Ultimately a soft image.

Where is the soul,

In that which has been crafted?

Or in the life which inspired it?

Which lasts in the end?

And what will be left

Of the composite will to create?