Tell me how lines are born in the mind of a poet.
Do they come from the love long lost?
Do they arise from the lust unexpressed?
Or are they given by God?

Tell me how a painter finds her strokes.
Does she get them from sun?
Did she take them from rain?
Or does God himself guide her hand?

Tell me how a composer finds music in silence.
Is it the wine that attunes his ears?
Is it the nicotine that sharpens his senses?
Or is it God who whispers the melody straight into the instrument?

Only those who create know the answer.
And God.