Silence the crickets
On the still branches
The trees make rays
And subtle shadows
Silence in the house
Silence on the hill
These scents that we guess
It's the smell of the season
But here is the man
Under his straw hat
Stains all over his blouse
And his beard in disarray

Cézanne paints
He lets the magic of his hands happen
Cézanne paints
And he illuminates the world for our eyes that see nothing
If happiness exists
It's an artist's challenge
Cézanne knows it well

The light vibrates
Sing the colors
He puts his life into it
The sound of his heart
And like a boat
Carried by its sail
The brush gently
Glides on the canvas
And here is the man
Who crosses with his eyes
In the blink of an eye
The gaze of the gods

Cézanne paints
He lets the miracle of his hands happen
Cézanne paints
And he illuminates the world for our eyes that see nothing
If happiness exists
It's an artist's challenge
Cézanne knows it well
When Cézanne paints
Cézanne paints

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