An Artist Being Watched

.... And it is true, the truth I can see from a distant window....
 He was holding his eyes up to the sky , asking the gods for a final answer... his eyes were grey, so grey that wintery snow in iced tears transpired from a wonderful serenity of told and retold memory stories tangled all together like a web of truth covering a soul of mistery. As night struck the hours of cold he started asking up the questions of the essence of life and started wondering if here were any being on the planet answering his deeds, fulfilling his thinking amount and empathising with his certain blissful harmony. In his lonelyest corner he sold his soul and Art in the form of a goddess dressed in black took it for granted. He then began to dive in a mistery from the cup of stollen nectar from which the reincarnated child drinks day by day and deprives the world of yet another and yet another deadly secret. The corner was now painted in hot colours that burned the one without a soul and he chose to  press his back and his iced beloved eyes to the window at night so that the stars that still talked to him would  provide an answer about fundamental destiny. Since he was the creator of a hidden conspiracy that had all of the known and unknown deep deep within a goldmine he also turned the sun up and down in the ellementary of nothing with each circular majestic gaze of his mirrorlike stare. Dust of time covered him and his books each and every star falling upon him with an answer at dawn taking over one more life, one more child and another son who paid tributary work to the man with no soul gave up another rythmic pass of a heart and restrain from feeling love chosing the feeling of supreme knowing a peace of everything in an evolutionary state.
  It was all only a recovered dream for when I woke up at night , me the observer could still see him there as silent and noble as a painted statue neeting and kindly telling tales about life and what there was  beyond , his voice as soft as silk and his wisper as melodic as a tune taking one far far away in a place never to return from again.....