A True Artist

What is a artist?
Some may ask,
How is it that ,
They can weild such power,
With words,
A voice,
Or simple little strokes on paper?,
I myself have wondered this,
Many a time,
The truth is deeper,
Then one's mind can understand,
Far beyond the grasp,
Of our eager, otstrached arm
And reaching fingers,
But, I am not answering,
The question,am I?
My reply to them is this,
A artist feels sorrow,
Buried deep within the soul,
A crushing, overwhelming ,
Torrent of pain,
And somehow manages ,
To capture it,
A artist is overwhelmed ,
With passion and a burning ,
Desire for more,
And can somehow,
Let us feel it too....
A artist can watch for hours,
As the world goes by,
Noting the things ,
The rest of our,
Eyes avoid
Yes my dears,
A artist,
Knows more loneliness,
Then one ever would or should,
But they also know more joy,
Then the rest of us ever could,
A artist ,
Can brighten or darken the world, With
One stoke,
One note,
One word,
Can change the course of history,
Can seem to halt
The ever moving faster world,
Can make us feel,
Really feel,
Yes my dears,
That is power, and a TRUE artist