Accidental Masterpiece

FOR SALE: Imported Handicrafts

It was like drops of rain blurring a window,
The streetlights blending with the sky,
The colors in mishap,
And unidentifiable lines.

I lose myself in a painting,
That doesn’t make sense,
No matter how long I look at it,
With earnest.

I can only stare,
And admire the strange painting,
That looks quite accidental,
In its making.

Who is the artist,
With the crazy mind,
Who painted this painting,
Without any lines?

FOR SALE: Imported Handicrafts