The movements of her hands

across the blank white page

Her eyes so dark and focussed

Strung deep in passion's gaze

Strokes of ink swell and storm

black lines upon the page

Her hand so stern and steady

Wrought deep of aweborn days

In the lines, a face takes form,

beauty not unlike her own

White page, black lines in harmony

Born deep of passion—art is sown

(Written May 21, 2016)