First shot at poetry

[Bahdriel]

Hi geoff, thank you for your time that was very constructive. Do you see this as an improvement?

The paintbrush finds it's way to my hands
I turn yellows to blue, crisp lines become blurs
Light becomes dark, My chance, fading
The canvas stays blank
A masterpiece, condemned to exist
In my mind.

I quite like it. Although it seems quite short, maybe it could become one stanza of a larger whole?