The Doorway

For Oscar...

The last dabs of paint
On the wooden palette
magical brushes resting
In the old glass jars
Told stories of deep feelings
While healing old scars
Turpentine and oils
permeating in the air
Among the drawn lines,
painted patterns,
Many smiles, some tears
and the very last sigh
There's a hidden doorway 
That can only be seen 
with an artist eye
A path finely marked
On the stretched canvas
That leads back
to the beginning of time
Assuring all will be fine
Love always wins
Maestro, please
Now hit the sharps
And the flats
And with the naturals
Make us forget death and
Let us all celebrate life 
instead