Poetry

At night in my atelier
At night when there is no light
Some like to hide
Some be in bed cover with lid
At night I like to see my inner bright
It talks to me show me your inner light
With my canvas, brushes and colors sit so quite
Waiting my inspiring angel
It helps me to get out all my bright and might
My canvas is blank and white
I hold my brush full with paint with my hand so tight 
Yes I'm sitting in my atelier
But really I can feel that I'm flying away so highly
After a while I came back to my atelier
With a new painting really it's so great and mighty