Your pulsating rhythm, your shape and form the plasmatic coherent that converge on inanimate
objects making them something different, like the light
catching spots as a shutter clicks or the pose of a
single syllable appears on a clear white sheet of paper.
Art entranced me, seduced me and made me want to dance
that forbidden dance that only few understand.
Hopefully one day I'll find someone with the same
intensity for the love of art and impassioned, we will be
as life imitates art and art imitates life and no distinction
is made between the two.
Oh why couldn't I be a pencil pusher
checking facts and dealing with
numbers in
a fun less unemotional setting for I no longer sleep.
Art calls me with a thought or image that must
be produced or become forever lost in the achieves
of memories.
I'll be the snake and art will be the charmer
until my last dog days are spent and art is what's
left behind so others would become completed
by its power.
