An empty canvas,
Is as a book with blank pages;
So what use are these colours?
If it's as a reader yearns for more chapters.

Is art not as kind as literature?
Be it not great for the good of thine heart?
Ascribe thee not an artist to a philosopher?
Or are a playwright not alike as Renaissance art?

Every artist are considered postmodern.
Do we not the paint as though the words we govern?
Is art and words not supposed to be free?
If so, why do we not abide to such a decree?

What would Shakespeare sayeth?
What would Aristotle say?
What would Da vinci sayeth?
What would Pablo Neruda say?

Literature are but to any man fit.
And art becometh a world without terror.
Does art and literature not stand as a supreme conglomerate?
Art truly is emotion in colour.
As words are unfailingly infinite.
Where music brings inspiration to the painter;
one must break the egg to make the omelett.

An empty canvas,
Is as a book with blank pages.
To what use are these colours?
If it's as a reader yearns for more chapters.