Flick,
The paint splatters,
Leaving me with perfect stars across my galaxy.
I know that every color matters

I had found a way,
To tell my story on a canvas.

The creativity flowed,
It was a picture that said a thousand words.
I stepped back in admiration

Lost in my world
Headphones in,
No care to give

Each piece of artwork had its own story.

The paintbrush had its own mind,
It wrote the words,
Each word
More important than the last.

The paint was the words,
Each word
Held the story together

The painter was the writer,
Each word
Written brought the story to life.

And thus we had written our story