The Painter – Susan Varo 1/15/2009

I’m more a million times than words

Don’t want to shout until I’m heard

I want to know someone believes in me

Don’t want to spend my life unknown

With all these dreams that are my own

I need the touch and feel of things I see

I’m going to paint a thousand times

Come discover this work of mine

I am my art and my art is part of me

I can’t describe it in a word

Because the meaning sounds absurd

I can’t explain it’s like a mystery

I only wish that I could tell

My visions not to cast this spell

It knows no words, no language I recall

Creative karma is in my soul

A brush of red and green and gold

Painting pictures to hang on the wall

I have to live my life this way

Can’t let expression pass away

I’m primed like canvas for the world to see

I may never come again this way

And colors are words I have to say

No one could know just what this means to me

And when the palette has done

All of its work for me the one

I’ll know what I have gained

Only when all of the work is gone

And all of the work I’ve done live on

The painter I shall remain