Matab's Art---Forum of expression

shall I name your winding stars one by one till healed the scars shall I count each ticking planck Till next my eyes have you to thank lovers of the stars and lands wish not to change hearts by their hands but for the ears to sway and take what took the trembling hands to make if not but read these lines so quick and smile for length a Planck to stick My words had purpose of reveal a poem...for you to simply feel

Don't be deceived  to think the canvas shows the secrets that  only the paint palette knows no trust should be placed on soft brush strokes smeared and scraped  under ill-tempered hands search for sentiments  only the paint pallete understands much thought and scheme made this canvas be masking the true intent  only the paint palette can see

like water on a still day  you ever-so-slightly sway waiting for the fragile leaf to quiver your gentle way drops that tirelessly drum  only to merge with you as one make way for the gale on which sentiments sail waiting for the strong to succumb