 
Watching the painter painting 
And all the time, the light is changing 
And he keeps painting 
That bit there, it was an accident 
But he’s so pleased 
It’s the best mistake, he could make 
And it’s my favourite piece 
It’s just great 
The flick of a wrist 
Twisting down to the hips 
So the lovers begin, with a kiss 
In a tryst 
It’s just a smudge 
But what it becomes 
In his hands: 
Curving and sweeping 
Rising and reaching 
I could feel what he was feeling 
Lines like these have got to be 
An architect’s dream 
It’s always the same 
Whenever he works on a pavement 
It starts to rain 
And all the time 
The light is changing 
