Inspiration. Creation. Determination.
The greatest minds.
The weakest beings.
Whether they be composers who
delicately string notes which contrive a tale
so told to discover this expanse of emotion.
Artists with a gentle brush and palate who
bless a blank canvas to deliver a working of the mind's eye.
And those who masterfully craft light to
capture the still world around us
in both plain focus and astonishing brilliance.
All, whether composers, poets, artisans, photographers
share this internal drive to animate desire
and bring alive the subjective to
hold, see, listen, and touch.
So are these gifts found in all.
Some discovered.
Some to be discovered.
Though different in style,
but similar in this ambition to
envisage, conceive, and express
in ways never before thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem