| A painter drops into the sea Done in and giving up his neglected practice Along with his little grey box The eyes that once danced are never forgotten They still appear in the mind of the sea Troubled by something, he wouldn�t say Making peace with his soul as he flew to the bay An echo follows as he is buried by thin splashes of water Rushing over him with the smile on his face Growing lighter in color and depth And I can�t help but eye the object in hand An artist drops into the sea Along with his little grey box |