Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.

Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.

Art doesn’t give rise to anything in us that isn’t already there. It simply stirs our curious consciousness and sparks a fire that illuminates who we have always wanted to be.

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

Do not avert your eyes.It is important that you see this.It is important that you feelthis.

I became an artist because I wanted to be an active participant in the conversation about art.

These poems are cupsthat I pour my life into.Here, Drink!

I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.