Who do I lend an ear

Now that all is gone

At what rate shall my feet tap the floor

Now that no music plays

When alone, who am I

I’ve been known to follow the many’s march

Synchronized myself to that chaos

Sway to the strings the crowds shall play

But today as the music fades

Who am I

Now that silence remains

I create

From dust i pull out artistic value

I turn the shaking world to words

Even today,

When no soul quakes for music

I create my own

Who are we ?… well

We are the image that comes forth

When walls return the gaze

We are colors

Dripping from the plain ceiling

Into a canvas or book

We are creative’s

So away from prying eyes

We create