The White Page and its twin,

The White Canvas and its counterpart,

The slab of stone, or clay, or lumber.

The empty orchestra—with flutes, cellos, and a violin,

The sciences, across the Earth and the Stars, impart,

While the chalkboard runs long with math and its matching number.

An art gallery, and its many forums

Is only brought to life by the artist,

And the midnight oil they burn.

Their work serves to entertain and educate through their decorums,

Elevating their professions toward the top of the mountain farthest,

And moving the pen, the chalk, the brush, the chisel, or the bow with a masterful turn.

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