When I draw one's hands soon they come alive
Stream in a water flow runs back
Castles flying still in the morning air
Open stairs climb down and up
I am the painter
Touched by finger of the Lord
My brush paints the human soul
I am the painter
I'm the wizard and the ghost
I'm the lunatic and man
The portrait of my face reflects on the glass
Lizard, bat and fish of kind
Moebius strip and ants running round with stars
Through my universe of mind