There are times when I think that no one understands.
There are times when I see what no one else saw.
There are times when I sing my song to deaf ears.
There are times when it all gets lonely.
But, never was there a time when I could stop.
When it finds the beat of people and places.
When it lifts to boundless elevations.
When its movement is spirited;
Rolling out the free-flow verses
Speaking with a powerful voice
when all forms are simple expressed.
And the only thing left to announce:
It's good to be an artist.
Dancing,
Singing,
Writing,
Drawing,
Playing,
Moving,
Enjoying,
Living in this life.
this really struck a cord with me................about how we are compelled to create........................and how no one can realise it is not a choice but rather a destiny
nice work
if you are so inclined ...sign my guest book so i might return to your page easily
joe