Watched closely from afar
Through windows of canvases held ajar
His life's journey recalled
Linearly along these white walls
The choice as an artist was absolute
Resignation to be in solitude
Paint strokes mark the slow drip of time
Its scent and texture so sublime
Ballet danseuse in blurry blue
Graceful movements in tulle
Glissade across the dance floor
Choreographed along our gallery floor
Over the bath a woman bends
Warm water weaved through her dark mane
A glimpse of this private ritual
Obsessed observation of this individual
By the end, he is without his sight
Being an artist is his birthright
Caress wax into figures reminiscent of his paintings
Into darkness his love is waiting
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