Here you will find the Poem To a Painting of Echo of poet AM Juster
Foolish artist, why must you sketch my face And hound a goddess eyes cannot detect? I am the daughter born of Speech and Space, Babble's mother, a voiceless intellect. I snatch a word before it disappears Then mimic mindlessly what I have found. I am Echo--I live within your ears. If you believe you can paint me, paint sound.