Why do artists lay in bed and look to the moon?
Why do they sit on sand and listen to the breath of the ocean?
Or walk in the fields feeling the wind as it blows through the trees?
Why do they sit at the edge of a stream and watch the water shine like glitter?
Why do they sit on a step watching the shining of the stars in the sky?
Or sit in crowds watching people dance through life?
Could they be dreaming and escaping from reality?
Or are they the ones who are truly there, listening to the story of the world and capturing it in a million different ways.