The Sound of Silence is Food for my Ears

The sound of silence is food for my ears

The sound of silence crashes my ear

I found me in the solid air

All that glitters before my eye like

Stardust always passing me by

Waving, dancing, motioning on

My giant hands perfect my art

My giant hands work day by day

Guiding paint on paint and brush

From the deep down delving of my heart

To the cottony canvas fresh like snow

Which stands before waiting to know

What timeless piece I shall paint

What thickness, thinness, I shall stake

What brush, what knife, what finger I use

What sort of mood will I infuse