The colours of lifespan dispersed across
Vividly lifeful and so thoroughly bright.
Every stroke maneuvered so suitably
There was no slight trace of any fright.
They gathered to watch, so astonished
It looked all dreamy, yet so piercing sharp.
They got lost in the colourful milky way, on
A journey so musical as the sound of harp.
None thought of the time and pain behind it all
For only the artisan knew the story of each dye.
His life was out on the canvas which none saw
All they wanted was to be a competitor and buy.