Who Am I?

The sculptor carves the stone
On the walls of tiny hidden caves
And the poet recites the ode
While the audience scream & rave.

As the silence darkened the sullen skies
The sage marvels the mind
With wit and maxim to inspire
The hearts & souls of human kind.

And the writer composes the words
The stories of truths & lies
While the earth turns dusk to dawn
One life breeds another dies.

How my mind wonders? Why?
Where do I stand? Who am I?