The lines move on paper,
shuffling themselves into solid form.
He follows the marks with a pencil,
embossing the surface of a crisp white canvas,
keen to trap the marks before they disappear.
He is asked, often
How to create such beauty?
How does a mind wake, and create?
Yet he is left,
He cannot describe the sensation
The energy from his mind that travels
down through his fingertips
onto the page.
He can only follow the current,
Sparks of imagination flowing
and burning an image into existence.
From creation to genius
Genius to creation.