I Wear Black Poem by Igor Wolfson

For those who cannot whisper
For those who shout out
For those who are artistic
And just can't do without

For those who haven't made it
For those who are about
For those... I am not masochistic
It is of you I'm proud

I hear you paint and see you sing
I watch you play with closed eyes
I feel your art flows in your veins
As if it flows in mine

Because you need no rest
Because you are not blind
I do not mind the awful test
I am awaiting for your new design

I am designing by myself
I play, I sing, I rhyme
And when my soul cries, cries the rest
And you begin to shine

It is not me who lost his track
I'm going on a track of mine
Don't let your eyes fool you just this time
To balance out our shine, I wear black