People ask me what I do What pays my bills, what fixes me Where do I stand on the ladder And all I want to say Is who I am. I am an artist Not by my hands or words But in each and every way that matters. I see art I feel art I breathe art I bleed art. Art is what runs in my veins Those of the body and the spirit. My heart pulses like the sun To the music of life To the light on my eyelids To the taste of the air To the water around my feet To the smell of the earth To the fire within. Sometimes I am the artist Sometimes I am the art But I am always the silent observer The secret admirer of this infinite beauty Inside, outside Within and all around.