With the poet
It does not begin with a
Blank page
With the artist
It does not begin with an
Empty canvas
With the musician
It does not begin with
Silent instruments
Before pen is put to paper
And brush is stroked on canvas
And notes become melodies
There is inspiration
It’s soft whispering that fills the ear
And images flashing in the mind
And music tickling the soul
It emanates
Before a beginning and after an ending
Like a newborn taking his first breath
Or a dying man taking his last
Enlightenment exists before manifestation
Gives power to random words
Splendor to smears of paint
Expression to incidental notes
Whether it comes
From joy or torment
Nothing is created
Until it is embraced and released