I want to paint 

I want to paint a titanoboa sneekly slithering  through a swamp waiting to catch its prey. 

I want to paint the sound of a police car wheezing down the A272 trying to catch a thief.

I want to paint the sound of silence that you could hear for miles and miles. 

I want to paint the pain of laughter when your friend tells you a joke 

I want to paint the end of this poem.