The Artist

Vision and art and invention
Are coming to be
The artist is carving,
And now he is setting him free

Stone is stirring,
Sculptor spurring on
Skin and veins
And form are being drawn

They heard of the beauty
The artist created
So visitors circle
And stare at the David

Something from nothing
And figure is shaped out of stone
Hammer and chisel
Are breaking on body and bone

Hands are reaching,
Marble breathing in and out
People peering,
Almost hearing his silent shout

They heard of the beauty
The sculptor created
So visitors circle
And stare at the David

The carving is easy,
The living is harder
And under their gazes
An artist's a martyr



Credits
Writer(s): Kelsey Taylor
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