Gallery

Last night I took a stroll that ended right inside of your head.
As I walked I searched to understand the things that you said.
I found a wall of art, from painters I never knew.
Each one signed by someone who left it just for you.
Portraits that they left you...watercolors...shades of blue.
Scenes of emptiness and gray, and other things that they put you through.
Never was a painter, but tried my hand for you.
And painted on a canvas with acrylic just for you.
Glad you saw my painting hung in your gallery.
Glad you saw my painting hung in all sincerity.
There's the lovely frame I filled with shades of you and me.
Glad my work of art became your favorite scenery.