A metaphorical comparison of an artist and a poet.
The letters in your words are like the poet's palette of colours.
Your mind is a bank that holds the work which is your treasure.
Use personality that you own to construct such beauty built in.
Your vocabulary becomes your tools and supplies.
Technique only guesses how the imagination expresses.
Talent is really a reflection of ones own experience.
Will and motivation balances detail and depth.
More emotion create far greater skill.
With just your eyes, the crowd hushes.
Mental hands are your brushes.
To recite brings so much of a thrill.
For I'm sure you know,
nothing more you need for your show
but a mind that's a picture of health.
Except just the whole of your life in itself.