To all you painters out there
Of any kind there are
Who sees beyond
And drawing beauty
From within your own scars
Some lose themselves
In yellow
Like this dude
Named Vincent
And some are drawn
Into color red
Like his ol´ mate Gaugain
One of them was recognized
Far behind his death
And to all of you
Who paints in sound
I send my greets in awe
You´re maybe riding
On wings of fame
Or an invisible one
Some lose themselves
In rock and pop
While others go for
Techno stuff
Some play the classic
Varied themes
And some are into
Blues or hip hop
A few of them
Gets recognized
While most are heard
From hidden scenes
And here we are
Once again
Yes you and me
In front of a blank paper
Just trying to write
Down a few scenes
Yes here we are