I am a lone artist...

 I am a lone artist,

A wanderer of dreams,

Not bound by the gaze of others,

Nor craving their fleeting beams.

I do not need spectators,

No applause to fill my night.

It is not a law I follow,

No crowd to make me bright.

Yet still, I must be an artist,

With a fire that will not sleep,

A river of creation,

That runs forever deep.

I have to perform, to pour my soul,

In acts of truth and grace,

To let my spirit rise and fall,

And find its secret place.

I have to sing the songs untold,

The melodies within,

To let the notes of sorrow and joy

From silence now begin.

I have to dance with shadows,

With light upon my feet,

A rhythm born of solitude,

And heartbeat's ancient beat.

I have to paint the winds and skies,

The worlds no eyes have seen,

With colors of the fleeting stars,

And shades of whispered dreams.

And whatever it will be —

No choice, no question why —

I must create, I must express,

For art is how I fly.