A brass pocket watch lies on blue velvet. Open the lid and a small island lives inside the dial, with a cottage, a tree with a bench under it, an easel by the cliff and a lighthouse. The sun travels the 24-hour dial as its hour hand and the moon rides opposite. Sit on the bench and time slows down; each moment you sit gives you the next line of the poem. Paint at the easel and the days and seasons fly by. The finished painting is kept inside the lid.
The poem: Somewhere in time, you are here, playing. Time runs fast, then slow. It changes as you live. And it stays with you, wherever you are. Time is what you experience. That's worth protecting. So slow down when it runs too fast. Speed up for the things you love to make.