creator

I used to think you were odd

Staying in at lunch break

Oils in your hand

Canvas stretched like Canada

You placed each stroke like your personal signature

Creating a piece of art Michael Angelo would envy

I watched your intense face from beyond the glass

And placed my trust in you bristles

You chose your brushes like a golfer chooses clubs

And you studied your subject with the dedication of a philosopher

That was at school, where you dreamed your dreams

Whilst we played to exhaustion

Kicking pig skin whilst you eat your lunch in secret

And thought about your future

Now I see your name on TV and blazoned on walls of art galleries

Where the rich and famous try to analyse the thoughts of your head

But I know your thoughts have not changed

Even then you were a genius but humility is what made you

Now you create timeless pieces worth millions

And give the proceeds to charity and homes for stray dogs

I used to think you were strange

Now I see your mind in the world I live in.

And now your signature is written in my rising star