A child's life is like a piece of paper on which every person leaves a mark.

Chinese Proverb

Lost in Layers

I lost myself

in the art gallery

lost in layers

of tormented colour

lost in the voice

of a troubled youth…

utterly absorbed

in his emotions

emotions that came to life

GAVE life

to inanimate canvas…

I felt myself

drawn into his mind

his understanding of time

…his perception of this world

as pertains to him …

in a voice I could not hear

his words came to me

as a roar too loud to ignore

strong and pain-filled and clear…

written words scrawled

in layers of

deafening colour ….

“died at 20…buried at 70”

his name is Cory

I have never met him

and probably never will

but the power

of this young man’s art

echoes in me still…

sharonlee©

12/4/11