Ok, let me collect my thoughts, I'll connect the dots, bang on these expressive pots Bang! Clang! Causing poetical noise Throwing these words together, I'm playing with toys Let's see what happens if I use this moment What creativity can I foment? What trouble can I cause with these lines? Exercising freedom of mind, randomly waving signs Randomly riding waves, the expression that saves, This is why the Neanderthal left the caves The allure of expression that is always here What do I see? Let me tell you, dear How do I feel? I'll show through my art Can a verse have a beating heart? I don't know, but I'm still banging on drums, Isn't this why we have opposable thumbs? Isn't this why we have artistic natures? Living gives rise to nomenclatures Since we want to name how it feels to be alive, expression reveals A universal truth in the individual's song That's why others sing along That's why others take notice The artist speaks truth, we all know this We feel connected, part of a bigger whole Thank God for the Artist, for that is our role! We use our art to remind others What bonds us, we are sisters and brothers, And fathers and mothers, in emotional union, In Art all of civilization finds communion.