Virtuoso - A Poem inspired by Jhin

Virtuoso

Art is sorcery and I am but a sculptor, weaving hammer to chisel with beautiful bullets as my easels patient stay for portraits.

From my carved barrel the thunder crashes bloom like a smokeless fire’s lily. The ashes rain away in rapturous sensation.

The man blinded by power – my work shall make him see the folly of shadows with flitted blossom – A disappearing art.

With the maven, mute eternal, she shall hear her voice – silken smoke butterflies, freed by billowing watercolor symphonies. Music to the eyes.

For the soldier torn twain my chisel thus strikes true; be still, shattered heart, ascend as jade as I complete my paragon.

I am free of law’s hands, for art transcends order; she is beauty, though rough, unrefined like rawest marble, I shall break through metal cages and release the nameless one.

All are trapped within; I will set them upon my canvas I will set them free, make them beautiful make them perfect.

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