“A painter’s got a canvas. A writer’s got reams of empty paper. A musician has silence,” said British musician Keith Richards.
My canvas is all that my eyes can see.
A life-size canvas, white sheet of paper, silence
or thousands of sounds blending in.
And then comes my paintbrush, my pen,
and my little madness,
to create a unique painting, story, melody.
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