Living Sculpture

a poem by Sheela K . Sharath

Seeking inspiration from
the living marble,
the carressing hands
of the master sculptor
gives it life
and breathes beauty
into its starkness,
while he carves
and etches it to
perfection!

Toiling day and night
disregarding all else
his art takes shape.

With bated breath
the arty audience
awaits its unveiling
… a gasp rings out,
cheers rent the air
and spontaneous applause
reverberates
loud and clear!

His masterpiece form,
an art of divinity,
is here to stay
for posterity!

His soul is feted.
He craves nothing more!