I began as I walk,
I rather draw than talk;
those things I still do...
and few others, do too.

The mind is free
and the eyes are three
when the hand moves
on the paper she loves !

The dreams of the mind
flow by the hand
down to the sheet
on the sketch they meet.

I don't know how to start,
but the line gets moving
when it starts on a spark
and I begin the drawing !