He will make you wonder why we look up at the stars.

A light in the dark, he illuminates.

A universal bond founded by him,

How did you end up this way?

He speaks in a language unrecognizable to the ear,

But blinding to the eye.

Exquisite beauty like no other.

Think. Think.

Finger tips covered in white paint,

A single touch transforms you gold.

Colors that can't define him.

He defines the colors.

His words come out foreign,

You'll desire to understand.

Breath in, breath out.

Feel what he is saying.

You'll question where he came from,

Learning more from a brief encounter with him

Than with those who you are intimate with.

He will provoke aspects of you that you did not now exists.

He is an artist-

mind, body, soul.

Different movements

Painting beauty within you.

I am changed.

I am changed.