it’s bare ridden wasteland.
Everything is bare
plain to see
plain to look at-
the outer work of a masterpiece.
Until the first spec
tiny fragment of color
enters your pallet.
Shes magnificent-
black and white is all he knew-
color splats from idea and creation
but never enough
to cover an entire piece.
she can cover this-
just the taste adds light and texture
only found in the make believe.
he needs more-
he needs her to help create.
Saint's Muse 