His blood fell 
Like the first drops of paint 
On the white canvas. 
Witness witnessing, 
Because he had seen 
First jewel of the crown. 

And life kept dripping, mixing, creating 
Of colours and shapes, 
Of light and of shade, 
Beauty. 
And what you and I do, today, and tomorrow –
We paint; 
Because we have seen, 
Witnesses witnessing, 
Living or dying, we paint 
New jewels of the crown.