The Artist

The outcome planned with such deft of hand On canvas or carved all on his own A poet at heart and a master of art Whether painted or chiseled in stone Though technique varies, he toils and tarries Such inspiration will never cease Through sunshine and showers he wittles for hours To create another masterpiece On multiple stages down through the ages Their appreciation has just begun By the freedom of will and standing so still They admire the hard work that he's done So enthralled and most fondly recalled Though the gift of his craft is no more The artist is gone, but his art will live on For the whole of the world to adore