I was asked to sit and watch.
It feels like a command,
Yet I heed,
All I wanted was to see the magic.

And here she comes,
Mixing the hue as it is being brought forth,
Ideas flowing endlessly,
As she picks up the brush.

Just like a spell,
It dribbles with the paper,
In pairs, they come together,
Creating what my thoughts couldn't gather.

An image appeared,
So beautiful that I feared,
It might rip off, from my stare,
And all I could say was...
You are an artist.

© Sulta