Poem: This Painter's Song

I make something because I feel joy
I make something because it is Saturday
I make something because I like the colour green
I make something for all my memories
I make something for I fear death
and I’m in a hurry to make this pretend space in
which I can inhabit


I make something because it’s about time I did
I make something because when I make something
I think I amount to something
I make something because if I didn’t make
something
I would be forced to be doing something I dislike
more

I make something because I have always liked to
sing
to spread notes through the open air
and my something is my song
and has irresistible colours and feelings for me

I make something because I think I can hear the
song of other centuries
and I want to join in
I make something because it is
the most glorious I will ever be.

JS Parker 1996