In empty rooms
there are crowds
all faceless and bare,
sounds etched by silence
from uncaring hearts
echoing invitations to share.

Lights in darkness
penetrating the deepest
of shallow desires,
prolong for one short moment
the state of separatism
to which
the painter of words aspires.

To each
there is meaning and confusion
of which all of us
and only one can create,
the creative genius
unlooked for some
is for others forever asleep
destined to an unheralded fate.