...and under a starry, starry night

As passion became his pain

The artistry of a creative life

Extinguished like a flame 

 

Infinite strokes of colourful hue

Brushed out to a pallette of gray

A sunflower in a winter's field

Amidst the cold decay 

 

Starlight swirled & flowers bloomed

Pigments, of intimate blend

Blew away upon a fragile wind

No colours. No pain. Just the end.

 

Pure lyrical poetry: