I feel artsy!
Where's my pen? My pad?
My easel? My paintbrush?
My violin's tuned and my fingers ready,
Come muse of my muses,
Let's get with the music!
This canvas is blank and itching for color
A picture is forming,
A dance of brushes!
My pen is brand new to be broken in
With words after words
Making sweet movement.
Come with me and enjoy imagination
Artistic expression
Make love to the media.
It soon will be over
So come quick,
Come now!