We are searching for the perfect frame
For a piece of art we haven’t yet painted.
We know the size of the canvas, the blending
Of color and the scale of the brushstrokes,
How many hours it takes to explore
The balance of composition, expression
We’ve stirred a lot of paint, blended
Hues into subtleties never imagined
We both know how unimportant
Framing walls are to the world inside
Still, we begin again, our empty space
Where swirling imagination draws life.
