The painter paints a bread.
The painter paints a milk.
The painter paints a man with snake.
The painter paints a tree with birds.
The painter sees things you've never seen.
The painter reads life that you're in.
The painter paints everything.
The painter paints a ukulele.
You might not know. So let me tell you.
The painter used to be a singer
Writing and singing many songs.
The notes and the voice once sketched
A sand, the lovers, and some stories.
So when you watch the painter's painting,
You may hear the passionate melody
Filled with imagination, sensation and vision
That we've long lost.