Listen closely,

I'll tell you this

I may not can draw,

But I'm an artist

I place word by word

Line by line

I create art

Do not judge what I present,

Your critical words

have no meaning

Art is a world of its own

And the artist dwells in this place

I may not can paint,

But I create images

Word by word,

Page by page

I create a world

Full of wonder and woe,

Friends and foes

Come into the darkness,

Turn within,

Welcome the night,

He's an old friend.

Listen, closely,

I'll tell you this,

I may not be good

in your head,

But I'm an artist.

I'm an artist that tells stories,

I paint an image within my mind

I describe it,

Recreate it,

I draw outlines of distinct shapes

I describe what I see,

I use what I know

What I've seen

What I've done

Where I've been

I'm an artist-

An artist of words