In the midst of all the chaos
And a fleeting celebration
Armed was he with a digital weapon
His eyes shone with euphoric fixation
While he captured moments in supreme perfection
Revealed in his stance
Were all his unseen failures
And a never ending discipline
He deftly blended into a group of strangers
Broad smiles and gleaming eyes
Were his constant spurs
He is an artist
Without a brush
For he recreates memories
In geometrical frames
His wages maybe meager
Or sometimes lush
What propels him?
Is a fiery passion
And an adrenaline rush
Like the transition of the sky
From lemon to carrot to raspberry red
His frisky fingers moved with fidelity
Shutter speed ,aperture and ISO he fed
To a background shimmering with stars of LED
I gazed at him
With a stir in my heart
His every little gesture
In me became a part
Was this his other art?
The echoes of drums and beats
A sight of dancing feet
Was what they all perceived
But he observed emotions deep
And seized each second on repeat
He magnifies beauty in simplicity
Blooming petals and wilting leaves
Concealed tears and endless grins
Glittering eyes and dimpled weaves
Magic is within us! Is what he believes
I wondered if I stood
Right where he aimed
And posed like a model
The ones he acclaimed
Would he arrest not my flesh
But my heart inflamed?