Can I write a single lyric?
Can I draw a single line?
Can I create no more?
My writing is gone.
My drawing is too.
Beautiful poems are now nothing but jibberish.
Adoring pictures nothing now but scribbles.
My voice lacks the musical notes and tones.
Art is my life,
my muse is my love,
my inspiration is my friend.
I feel as if part of me had died.
Inspiration...
wherever you are...
please come back soon.
Safe and sound.
Back to where you belong.
Love...
Your loving artist.