Painters have their oil, which they plaster on their canvas.
Musicians have their instruments and voices to make their melody.
Thespians have their bodies to convey emotion.
But I…I am an artist with my words.
I paint with syntax and make melody with prose
I am the definition of emotion.
I conjer images in the mind
And transplant them to the very soul
I am the key that unlocks the cell of imagination,
I am the tinder that fuels the profound and spurs mortals to action.
I am the thin veil between fantasy and reality.
I present myself not with pretty packages or with fancy gesticulations
But I represent the purest form of truth.
So while Thespians and muscians cross the great divide, their names forgotten,
While paintings fade and fizzle to eventual dust
Words will live forever!