I am an artist;
Pen and paper are my instruments, with them I can voice ailments and amusements.
Nature is my inspiration, I write with punctuation without any denunciation.
What I cannot express in speech, I express in writing.
What I cannot express in writing, I express in dressing.
I am but an artist.
I am an artist;
Fabrics and colours are my instruments, with them I create and decorate.
Love is my stimulation, I create with no abhorrence.
What I cannot express in speech, I express in dressing.
What I cannot express in dressing, I express in song.
I am but an artist.
I am an artist; melody and harmony are my instruments.
Chirping birds are my motivation, I sing from inspiration.
What I cannot express in speech, I cannot beseech, I express in song.
What I cannot express in song, I express in dance.
I am an artist.
I am an artist, rhythm and salsa are my delight.
The gentle breeze is my inspiration.
What I cannot express in speech, I cannot despair, I express in dance.
What I cannot express in dance, I express in a hush.
I am an artist.
Audrey Kanyera
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-an-artist-passionate-breeze/
