Locked within a labyrinth of thought, a sculptor chisels away.
He nibbles and caresses, his image to emerge on display
Locked within a resolute eye, a painter begins to start.
He mixes and he blends his colours to appreciably show his art.
Locked inside infinite dreams, a writer waits to compose.
That which has never been written and here I hasten to propose.
That art, in all its form, is a calling from above.
God has demanded precision, dedication and love.