Creation is destruction.

By making sounds one destroys the silence.
By spreading paint one destroys the canvas.
For canvas, is this not the rape?
Too bad we cannot ask the silence without killing it.

If God is the creator, what worlds has he destroyed?
Oh blasphemy that’s in this question!
My mind is the inquisitor,
And God is set to trial.

What does my life destroy
When playing God I put forth my creations?
What evil do I manage by my inspired spurts?

Should I – like God – exempt myself
From doubt and remorse?
I shall indeed, for I am selfish.

But worry not –
I promise a relief:
Life does not ask this question.

Life gives a choice:
Create
Or
Be a canvas
For someone else’s work.