I'm just a quiet artist,
Sketching scenes that come to mind,
This canvas holds my passion,
With each stroke, my soul unwinds.

I cherish all your glances,
Each one a nod to my craft,
With every color and line,
My spirit embarks on a raft.

The thrill of creation,
Is a light that never dies,
From vivid sunsets,
To stormy grey skies.

With brush in hand,
I'm soaring free,
Paintings of dreams,
Of a vast open sea.

I push beyond my limits,
With each hue and shade so new,
Letting intuition guide,
Each vision I pursue.

When a piece is complete,
I take a moment, stand and stare,
And let out a sigh of relief,
Into the crisp open air.