do you understand the artist's problem?

I put my pen down

And I looked up at the Writer of everything

But then I worried

What can I write from now on

Why would I ever write, and not lock my eyes on You?

I put my ball down

And I looked up at the creator of all laws

But then I thought how can I ever play again

When I could just sit in your shade?

But I won't worry.

And like a baby I get back up

And without knowing, from the start I learn to walk.

I am in Your world now, like a baby.

A new life starts. I am excited.

I don’t know in Your world if the rhythm of art will flow in my blood again

But maybe it will.

The beat, of art, it bounces around.

The poetry,

The music,

That bounces about. And anyone who will see it will laugh from their heart.

I don’t know if I will find that again in Your shade

If I will touch it again

If I will laugh at it from my heart.

But like a baby, I am learning again

This time for real.