Paint and brush, they shut the door
Said, “We don’t need your art no more”
A ticketed show he couldn’t display
But he kept creating anyway
In the quiet, in the pain
He found a different way again
Lying down but dreaming wide
With paper shapes he painted light
Cut from color, born from heart
He turned the dark into his art
Even when the world said no
He found new ways for love to show
You don’t need the grand applause
To give the world a truer cause
Do what you love, don’t lose the flame
That’s how the world remembers your name
Hands too weak to hold the brush
But not his will, he never rushed
He made the sky from scraps of blue
And hope in every shade came through