A solo part he dances alone
Armed with nothing but a beat of his own
The whirlwind of colors follows the sound
Of one who is joyous though no one's around
At peace with himself, for inside he knows,
He has Something, has Someone wherever he goes
The life that he leads holds truth at its core,
No riches, no glory, it's faith.
- Chayala Nachum
11x14 in. watercolor and color pencils on paper.