The Eternal Chameleon

Among the billowing folds

Of the silken stretch of time

I twist and turn and morph

Into a novel form each time

People see me glorified

In my most vibrant hues

And then again I retire

Into a bashful timid muse

Some of my avatars

Bring tears and sheer pride

While others cause commotion

Hurting sensibilities and lives

But beauty is my middle name

Creativity is my wife

Inspiration is my progeny

With Recognition i survive

Friends, admirers my worthy audience

Let your minds play their part

In this charade of mimicking life

For I am the cosmic story-teller; 

I am Art.