ARS POETICA

When not creating, I feel lost,

But I won’t force it at any cost

It must come from inspiration,

Not sense of duty, nor obigation

Either colors, words or sound

It’s my destiny, to which I’m bound

My insight is unique and rare

So I must write it down and share

To make you feel, as you might

To unveil you divine light

My aim’s not rising to the podium,

While creating, becoming a medium

Hence my task is a heavy burden

May not see fruits of my garden