From canvas white and empty void
Flesh stroke spirit inclined
This artist with sharp mind employed
Such wondrous works designed
Pitched magic hand of colors true
In spent bright sphere of faith
In use of every poignant hue
And this is just one eighth
Of treasures blended musing light
Impaled in shadow's glean
Where life-like visions rule the night
From splendid mind's eye keen
A wanderer through universe
Who captures all in view
Where flagrant brush is unrehearsed
And hindsight does construe
His flavor melts upon the tongue
Life-saver of the soul
Like Ballad lyrics softly sung
From whispered stories scroll
O magic man of wisdom's chore
I feel you in the depths
With patience stand outside your door
Blow vapor from short breaths
To share with me such mystery
Where fantasy's released
Your bang in clever artistry
With each glance has increased
This conjurer of form in paint
Poetic verse splashed-wield
He is a Master and a Saint
The palette is his shield
Gold trophy winner
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