Sweet Art's Canvas

at some early
hour of days
I lay

I am pulled
by your pleading
snatched from
daily things

to make refine
to buffer
the rough and ragged

careful burdens
of the ink
which to flow
which words go

my art I think
unrestrained
it needs breath
to sustain

the anxious temptuous pen
However thankful
my soul has been

leadings and revelations
of unsung music words
my map, my compass

as unknown barren
valleys
my domain
for sweet art's canvas