The Puzzlemaster, the Artist, and the Writer

 Weavers of life.

Putting together the treandels of time.

Beauty is theirs.

Masters of their trades.

Yet nearly brothers alike.

The puzzlemaster.

The artist.

The writer.

For all we know, each can just be a mask worn by the same face.

They ignore the rules of time and space.

The work from their minds is a beautiful race.

But all is a complicated thing.

You have to look past the surfaces of their works.

To get the true meaning of things.

Puzzlemaster.

How easily he fits the pieces together.

One by one.

It's amazing when he's done.

Artist.

How your work plays.

All is separate, all is one.

Writer.

Flowing gently.

Words across the page.

A caress on the mind.

The puzzlemaster.

The artist.

The writer.

Who is the man behind the mask?

But then, I do not know what lies beneath this golden mask of mine.