This poetry carries a deep understanding for not only the artist's interpretation of the current world he was expressing, but for the the actual relationship between soul and eternity.
Here children play
Now passed away?
Mortals not forever
But in art
Which plays its part
The strokes of paint are dying never
The only place I would have liked to pause a little longer to absorb the implications in your words was at your final line:
The loving strokes make canvas live
To they who seek, they’ve much to give
The stokes and palettes many.
A story of a now past time
Told so true with every line
Each worth a fortune...
or a penny.
An extremely good write, presented in perfect meter and rhyme which always holds the readers interest, allowing the message portrayed to be absorbed fully.
The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last.
It lives the full spectrum of time, the future, the present and past.