The essences of the paintings become one in ritual dance. With colorful ideas you inspire my heart and pen. Your museum is forever a part of you, a part of me. All of it speaks of Solomon's mines. You live in your paintings - the Garden of your mind.
Life is too close to death, while art is far from ephemeral breath.
I will transform scattered thoughts into splendid verse that with light diffuses throughout the universe. I shall keep climbing the heavens until I ride on rainbow wings, putting all my worries aside till dawns upon me the real iridescent Light lifting my dreams up to an empyrean height. Oh, such divine beauty, bird of fire, rose of light, blessed by the creative Hands, the divine Might that consoles our souls, purifies our flesh desire and ignites our thoughts, setting the world on a pyre. Zephyrus gracious wings with subtle heart keep traveling day and night, space and time, channel our thoughts into the Worlds of Art that record life moments, mean and sublime. Like mystical strings your fluids compose the immortal ode of simplicity whose sweet strains lull troubled souls to repose and change bloodshed into serenity.