Lines bend, turn, zig zag, dance,
And the wood, always still.
Lines move creating shapes, and
The wood, perfect background, and still.
Colors, running up and down,
Moving at their own rhythm, with
No conventional pattern,
And the wood stays still.
Figures come and go, creating
Motion, reaching speed,
And the colors shine in the light,
And the wood still a background, silent.
If it could talk, the wood would have
A story to tell, and perhaps a
Comment or two, about the lines, the
Colors, and the figures.
But the wood is still, and
Quiet. It’s only a background, it’s only
Wood. But if it could talk,
The wood would have a story to tell.