"Work in Progress" by Jenn Lindsay

Work in Progress (lyrics)
(a song for my painter friend MWL)
www.JennLindsay.com
11-3-11

Each time I come through the door
of your basement apartment floor
I see canvas colors change
I listen to what I hear you say.
I hear your colors,
I see your shapes.
Your work in progress
comes of age.

You coax form from space.
Your hand translates your heart's grace.
Painter's key unlocks the door
to the room where you live for what you're living for.
You coax the colors,
you sing the shapes.
You work your progress,
you come of age.

Sometimes a song crawls down my sleeve.
Sometimes I labor hammering the thick gold leaf.
I force it and it implodes:
a living thing with a living soul.
Can't force the colors. You have to wait.
The work in progress. She gets her way.

And that's how it works with you and me:
the thing's gonna be what it's gonna be.
Your canvas knows what to paint.
My song sings herself if I get out of her way.
She knows her color,
She knows her shape.
The work in progress,
She takes some faith.

You make me smile inside my brain.
The chord you strike strikes a tender place.
Gentle voice and clear blue eyes,
Bicycles and bakeries and ponds near by.
Your canvas and my six strings,
California, Maine and wherever in between.
Amazing colors, amazing grace.
I like your colors. I like your grace.
The work in progress:
She comes of age.

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