Prose Of Art

The sun was rising.
Everything was so very calm.
Birds were chirping outside.
This was his moment.
He let the brush down.
And smiled when the sun hit his unfinished work, the people in the portrait seemed to be dancing around.
He took his cold cup of coffee.
Poured it out, and poured in hot, steaming coffee.
He then opened the window.
The soft morning breeze made him feel good.
He sipped his coffee.
Then he took his camera from the table nearby.
He took a couple of shots of the sun as it rose.
Then, he heard a car parking down near his building.
Looking down, he saw that the milk man was here.
He smiled.
He returned to his unfinished work.
It still didn't have any main colors to make it beautiful.
But to him, it was a masterpiece.
He raised his brush.
He added some red paint to the woman's dress in the corner of the portrait.
He smiled.
He then added some black to the man's tuxedo, who was standing in the other end of the portrait, the man who looked at the woman who was now, wearing red.
He colored some of the dancing couples.
In his mind, they were dancing to Frank Sinatra, "The way you look tonight"
He hummed.
He colored the hair of the woman in the red dress black.
Added some pink to her cheeks, to show that she was slightly blushing.
And gave the man some look in his eyes that showed that he was interested.
In his mind he imagined them later dancing.
Imagined them talking.
Imagined them dancing in their own rhythm.
The Rhythm of love untamed.