They say an artist paints with love,

Can't dispute or wonder if it's true .

When I mix my palette, no thought

Comes to mind, but then I'm no painter.

But a brush stroke here and there,

Creates a scene, not from my mind.

I guess that's why they call it abstract,

Not much foundation in thought.

But I leave that up to the viewer,

As they have the last word.

I am just the mover of the brush,

And the mixer of the paint you see.