To be an artist

To be an artist,

Is to inhale grief 

And exhale poetry. 

Each stroke is a verse 

And each painting is a poem.

I here write an ode to my art. 

I begin,but stop halfway,

I mess up, I leave you behind,

I destroy,

I rush. 

But you never stop flowing, through my soul,through my hands,through my words.

I create. 

Like a little child,I awe with muse

I dance in the rain 

I run in the sun. 

My heart have no room for sorrow anymore;

I sing to the waves 

I laugh with the stars 

My heart have no room for sorrow anymore; 

I have all and everything to paint 

I have all and everything to write 

I wonder,will my lifetime be enough? 

Poet~ Maya