Walled dreams

He let his brush to drip colors on barren walls.
He sketched moments and faces on blank papers.
Life grew at the touch of his fingers.
Sometimes they looked back at us in shades of charcoal black.
Sometimes as an enchanting parade of colors.
He drowned in the nightmares of reality,
leaving his smiling face etched on our memories.
The stone walls his paint brush once stroked
beheld with pride, a brand new picture.
Belonging to none other.
Resembling none other.
There it stood,
On a long forgotten road or noisy classroom
Evoking thoughts and emotions we never thought we had!