Searching, searching....

Each one for the me within...

I watch the dancer finding voice through his movement,

The painter through his colours and pieces.

The singer through his voice finds connection,

The pianist as he creates tunes on his keys....

A desperate attempt to let that within outside,

A desperate attempt to find the me .....

There is silence as I watch them,

There is a burning inside.....

Expression a means....but not the end, not the ultimate dissolution....

Does it matter, for the joy that it brings beyond all else.....

Is the creator an artist too.....marvelling at the purposelessness of his creation....