4. Out of his time

Picture, picture, picture
The artist in his room
Feel his pain and anguish
Peer within his gloom
A sad long time is waiting yeah
A life’s work to complete
The need for recognition
Out upon the street

Out of his time, not in the right place
They needed someone older, they wanted a fresh face
No friend who knew a friend, no foot stuck in a door
At rest among his papers, hid away inside a drawer

I’m sure that you can see him
Deep in what artists do
The hallowed mellowed plainsong
Bringing manna down for you
But this one you will not know, no
By a twist of history
He’s escaped your vague attention
Your taste for artistry

The angel has passed over
And let our artist be
Spared him text book entry
The brief biography
At rest among his papers
Let creation be
Creating recreation
Let creation be