Is there grief, is there loss
Is the energy in the image
Of a passion spent
Of a love, long since lost
Is there solitude, is there soul searching
Are the colours in the picture
Of an acceptance
Of a new life, at whatever cost
Is there hope, is there charity
Are the movements in the painting
Of a life form
A greater beauty, in the riposte
Is there need, is there despair
Are the instincts in the action
Of an old angst
So so difficult, a final post to resist
Is there a secret, is there a revealing
Are the nuances almost the same
Of a time of simply being
To scream out loud for all that is
