Masterpiece

Painting these words 
The colours bleed into one 
Distorting the sight 
Running off the page 
Eclipsed by the vacant heart 
Shadows play in half-light 
Mourning the loss 
Broken shapes making no sense 
Move to the crowded room 
Waiting for a masterpiece 
Unveiling some form of truth 
Contemplative pause 
Reflections in their eyes 
A thousand words slipping 
Soaking in the rain 
Inspiration will return 
What is there to lose