The musician plays his vulnerability
In chords and melodies
On a stage for whomever to hear.

The actor cloaks her insecurity
In the words and gestures
Of another for whomever is sitting there.

The painter dips his brush in the colors of her emotions
To creates lines and figures
Across a canvas for whomever to wonder what they see.

The sculptor makes his dreams reality
From lumps of clay and blocks of stone
Solid figures for whomever to ponder what they be.

The dancer twists and maneuvers her body’s motions
To the rhythms of his heart
Across a dais for whomever to watch feet lead.

The poet scribbles her nonsense feelings
In meters and rhymes
Across blank sheets of paper for whomever has the courage to read.

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