The fascination will continue

Concealed in a calm fascade Lies the gallery of my mind A black, coiling hallway filled with paintings Some sparkle with the luster of precious gems Other have a taint, only known to the artist The new exhibitions atop hanging at the end of the forever spiralling hallway the beginning at the end An overwhelming sensation of content fills the air It washes away all the broken glass The shards of confusion Turning the grim black to a pearly white Could it be the artist's new piece? It radiates a silvery aura filled with compassion The artist's brush guided by a vibrant smile A vibrance consoling any conflict and doubt For now, the artist gazes at his work But he knows, this work is not his Such beauty can only be inspired by... the muse of his heart