Little Fingers
Tottering on conical tip markers
Impetuously tossing colors
Dispensing uncontainable delight
Canvases look back at their creators
As red haggard sables
Meander on short fat handles
Slap-dashing fresh impressions
Pencil leads lightly stroke
Lonely plane surfaces
Braving meddlesome abrasion
From intrusive erasers
Brush strokes
Like piano keys
Press down color
To craft their own music
From remote corners of the heart
Feelings and pigments combine
Invisible and visible merge
Creator and creation meet
