I have witnessed countless works of art

That easels and walls proudly display.

I have tried to imitate such beauty

With paints and oil pastels of my own.

Yet, I have never been able to replicate

The amazing lines, the graceful arcs,

Not with watercolors anyways.

For words are my true medium,

Pens and keyboards are my brushes;

Paper and documents serve as my canvas.

I illustrate places far beyond visual reach,

Giving limitless freedom to the imagination.

Descriptions give interpretative imagery,

While drawings stay quite firm.

I paint my stories with ink and pixels,

Which are carefully arranged in neat groups.

They dance and run together,

Which is an art all on its own.