Sonnet: Artists

A lifeless bamboo-reed with holes few drilled; And fingers deft those close or open them, With air that’s blown by mouth to have it filled, Producing music enthralling, ahem! A piece of clay that’s molded by finesse, And shaped in accordance to sculptor’s mind, And worked into something that none can guess- A magic feat that earthlings always find. Few strokes by brush that spreads some hues across A canvas specially prepared for it, That finally lessens or adds more gloss, Resulting in a painting that‘s a hit! Our hearty tears of joy to artists skilled; Our admiration to their works God-willed. Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-17-2005