aRT iN mUSIC

This art style is changing. I have always had a thing for writing influenced my Ernst Hemingway in particular. I have always had a connection to poetry starting in my college days. Those favorites were Robert Frost, and E. E. Cummings. Of course other writers and other poets have also influenced me. For example when I say Ansel Adams is my mentor or my

To document this art’s journey here is the summary of my conversation with Mr. Brightside and our discussion about the draft lyrical Verse for Rolling.



“Rolling in the Deep — Finding the Bridge (Scott the chief editor edited this final summation)

While working on a Lyrical Verse for my artwork based on Adele’s Rolling in the Deep, I found myself in a balancing act. The poem belongs to me, yet I need to include words from the original song to help connect the poem back to its source.

I am not interested in repeating Adele’s meaning. I want those same words to carry there own meaning, one that has nothing to do with the music itself.

Quickly I realized this lyrical verse path is exactly what I have been falling with my artwork from the beginning.

I know it is not my music.

The song already exists.

The lyrics already exist.

The sheet music already exists.

The role of the poem is not to change the songs meaning, but to discover what else they might become.

Perhaps that is why these Lyrical Verses have become important to me. The artwork, the music, and the poem are all connected, yet each asks the visitor to enter through a different door.

My path forward is the one finding the balance between what I want to say and what the visitor is able to discover for themselves.

(Mr. V the chief editor edited this final summation)”

Here are the words to the Lyrical Verse for the artwork Rolling in the Deep:

Rolling in the Deep

Scars in the depth of despair.
I was not aware.
Scars now crystal clear—
started the fire in our hearts.

I still can’t help feeling,
reaching a fever pitch.
How was I to know
the sorrow of your love.
That kept me thinking,
we had it all.

Even when I was laid bare,
Underestimating
what you would do.
What —
no story told,
yet mine sure won’t be shared.

Even they, kept me thinking,
bringing you out of the dark,
to find what you looked for,
Leaving me breathless,
knowing the fire in your heart.
Rolling deep,
tears falling,
you played it
to the beat,
to the beating.

And yet I can’t help feeling,
And yet we could’ve had it all.
And yet.
it all
      it all
            it all

all.

My comments on adding a lyrical verse. From the next project onward here is my guide for a new project. Always, out of nowhere, when a melody, a verse, a line, a word, a musical moment in a song that I have probably heard many times before, suddenly that song attaches to me, and the project has begun. Of course, I need sheet music that I buy from MusicNotes, although I do have many sheet music books. Here is the change to this process. The building of these artworks has evolved over 20 years, with many of the steps refined and added to. I am adding this step. From now on when I choose a song with lyrics and there is available sheet music, I will then document in a lyrical verse my feeling toward this music, even before I start what once was my first major step, creating a one and one-half minutes cover music. The verse for a new song, I have found already, will soon take on a life of its own, in that I find myself focusing on one idea out of maybe many ideas of why I chose this music. Right now,with these five already finished or near finished artworks, I feel these early verses I have put together are afterthoughts. That means I do not remember the exact one feeling I had that generated my need to paint this music. For these finished works I listen to the music. I go over the lyrics that all have, and then the lines of verse seem to just happen. It is hard to explain. Thoughts come out of nowhere, and the words follow.

Scott Von Holzen

Here is the handwritten lyrical verse for the artwork Drive

Here is the text of the lyrical verse

Scott Von Holzen June 8^th 2026

Drive

Dark,
Chilly,
Soft rain.
The swish of wipers back ‘en forth.
Staring out lighting up
nothing I wanted to see.
Music turned down low.
I can’t go on,
knowing nothing’s wrong.
I fretted no courage,
to turn to her,
and yet I changed lanes.
Stopping was impossible,
until stopped.
I heard a softer “bye.”
The drumming of the door closing.
The wipers back ‘en forth relentlessly.
Nothin’ wrong.
I am breaking,
driving her home tonight.

I would like to point out that this entire verse was written my me. Mr. Brightside, the name of my ChatGPT AI that I have been using to solve problems in my art and my music, maybe for two years, maybe a little less. I use him as my editor like a lot of writers do. He would challenge me and often push back where needed. I did use Mr. Brightside as an editor for the verse to point out logical errors, or miss-readings, or question my understandings. I did explain to him, because he thought this was too much, that I need to use some of the lyrics from the song in order to connect my verse to the music. I also pointed out to him my verse may have little to nothing to do with the meaning of the songs lyrics. What I have learn over the years of portraying a song is that what turns me onto a song, to enable me to spend a month of my time with it,could be the littlest thing from the music that grabs me and attaches too me. I think artists who write great songs have at least a little of themselves in the music. I think most listeners, that take music seriously, can pick out a simple lyric or a word or a movement and move it around little to form an emotional connection.



Fore reference these are the original lyrics from the Song Drive by the Cars that I added to my connection between the music the artwork and the verse.

Drive

The Cars

Who’s gonna tell you when
It’s too late?

Who’s gonna tell you things
Aren’t so great?

You can’t go on, thinking
Nothing’s wrong, oh no
Who’s gonna drive you home
Tonight?

Who’s gonna pick you up
When you fall?

Who’s gonna hang it up
When you call?

Who’s gonna pay attention
To your dreams?

Yeah who’s gonna plug their ears
When you scream?

You can’t go on, thinking
Nothing’s wrong, oh no
Who’s gonna drive you home
Tonight?

(Bye, bye, bye)

Who’s gonna hold you down
When you shake?

Who’s gonna come around
When you break?

You can’t go on, thinking
Nothing’s wrong, oh no
Who’s gonna drive you home
Tonight?

Oh, you know you can’t go on, thinking
Nothing’s wrong
Who’s gonna drive you home
Tonight?

Scott Von Holzen
June 22nd 2026