Kathy Muir - Seattle Mornin' Lyrics
Words may fall onto the groundShatter so that all aroundWill hear their callPick each piece up one by oneThen scatter them toward the sunSee them rise and fallAbstract in its infancyThe painter brushes steadilyWith strokes, deep and narrowCurving, swirling silentlyWith movements that so gracefullyReveal the formBefore the mask took you awayAnd sculptures finely made of clayThe work you portrayedWas so much more transparent thanThe subjects painted by your handToday, on displayA cacophony of shades and huesDissonant yet widely viewedNow you had an unveilingThey said it was a masterpieceWhen the opening curtain then revealedA face scored with prose, like a ghost in reverie