An Orchestra Of Art

Being a life model
Is like conducting
An orchestra of artists
Their various sketching materials
At the ready
As i remove my gown
I become
An silent, unmoving conductor
My stillness, and poise Is their direction
Then the music begins
As the various scratchings On paper
Pick up the vibrancy Of the shape
That lies, sits, or stands Before them.
As i become their muse
Their match strike
As it flares up
As their flare of creativity begins
I remain oblivious Of their interpretations
Of my naked self
Simply considering
Can i remain still For the required time
And what pose Can i proffer next
As i contemplate
And consider
One move ahead  
As the orchestra
Play to the rhythm
Of their present
My brush Is my pen
As the artists
Become my muse
 
by Jemia