A lifeless bamboo-reed with holes few drilled; <br />And fingers deft those close or open them, <br />With air that’s blown by mouth to have it filled, <br />Producing music enthralling, ahem! <br /> <br />A piece of clay that’s molded by finesse, <br />And shaped in accordance to sculptor’s mind, <br />And worked into something that none can guess- <br />A magic feat that earthlings always find. <br /> <br />Few strokes by brush that spreads some hues across <br />A canvas specially prepared for it, <br />That finally lessens or adds more gloss, <br />Resulting in a painting that‘s a hit! <br /> <br />Our hearty tears of joy to artists skilled; <br />Our admiration to their works God-willed. <br />Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-17-2005<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-artists/
