we are artists
By jvriesema
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Somehow,
through the reverberations of the music we create,
we become the essence of starlight that falls through words that have no sound.
We become the center of a universe that holds its breath
awaiting the birth of time
becoming the essence of stars that we watch fall through the night sky.
Somehow,
we hear every note before we create it
never pondering the quest of the composition.
Though noone may hear us gently strike the keys of our compositions in the night,
we create.
We create those sounds that have no words;
a thought after emotion is born;
combinations of words that whisper through our pens in unsung poems.
In the night,
we gaze upon our canvases in studios that have little warmth,
flourescent lights that are beams of our souls painted upon metres of stretched cloth.
And
we gaze into the center of our lives to find the seagull that shows us the
colours of the sea;
prussian blue and the dreams of van gogh ;
matisse courting elizabeth barrett browning in abstract lines;
the essence of the contiuum.
We strike the keys of pianos in studios in the middle of the night
when the world sleeps in midnight slumber.
We feel the chords from the depths of our souls
and
create the sound that spins from stardust
into notes and chords from works we must create though noone hears us.
Our applause is our own,
and
belongs to
a universe that spins stardust out of the chords we intermingle
with our lives.
We are artists,
We are the continuum though only the night sky hears us.
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