Art of creation

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,

without words.

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.

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