She had starfish in her eyes
And she was eager and impatient
When daydreaming
About being
And falling
In love
And she gave herself
Freely and easily
And found tears
And heartache
More often than not
But she never did break
And you can always find her
At the end of the ocean
Gazing and dreaming
Through her starfish eyes

Why art?  I don't know...
Why gaze at the stars
Why sit alone and forget to feel lonely
Why love without needing anything in return
Why breathe
Why exist
Why art?
The why isn't important
What is important is if you're going to do art
Any kind of art
Whether its painting, writing, dancing, music, sculpting, acting, illustrating...
Is to give yourself to your work
Fall into  the middle of the madness
Drink in all its sorrow
Swim in the infintie possibility
Love the beautiful pain of it all
And then do it again
And again
And...

Do we dare dream to fall?, to fly... to go crashing through the bedroom door
Where we tumble and roll and slowly lose all of our clothes
Lost under the sheets we ride shooting stars
Circle the sun in the blink of an eye
Catch a glimpse of eternity inbetween the beat of our hearts
Do we dare turn the page and find ourselves living a storybook life
Hopes and wishes blooming like flowers all night and all day
And when we read between the lines we find a love so perfect it's almost cliche
If we dare to sneak a glimpse and skip to the last page
Would it be a black and white classic of two aged hands holding a heart that still beats wildly and madly and impossibly in love
Dare we..