Deeper than the fathoms of your soul,

And further than the echoes of all dreams;

Emotions sailing higher than the whole

Still barely touch the prisms of new schemes.

Untouched by endless plans that men will form

It reaches past the walls that we have set

Looking beyond our dreams it does not scorn

The fears our lives will breathe to ne’re forget.

Forming books untouched by others’ thoughts

It pens the words that we have yet to write.

It plays the songs that artists long have sought

And sees beyond the sharpest eagle’s sight.

Beyond yourself it forms and breathes and sighs

The Artist painting our own future lives.