I can\'t say what I feel but I can write what I feel,
A thousand words spoken through the mouth of my pen;
Before me stands the most beautiful canvas ever painted,
Before me stands true art in all its beauty,
I am the bee and its lips are the pollen grains,
I am the metal and its smile is the magnet,
I watch because I cannot touch,
I admire because, I fear to ruin this perfection,
A thousand words spoken through the mouth of my brush;
And so I paint, I paint again and I behold,
I paint as I wear the robe of rage and folly....
I can\'t say what I feel, as I paint what I feel.