In life there's not many people to choose I choose to listen to
Some ramble
Some curse
Some speak in a language so drenched in spite and pity you wouldn't dare let you ears hear them
But others are different
Others can take a dream, a vision, a plain image off some paper and make it come alive
They have the skill to make it  walk off the mere parchment it sleeps on, dust itself off, and do something extraordinary
Some take a thought and make it a story
Some take a feeling and make it a lifestyle
Some without even the slightest difficulty paint the brightest and clearest picture
Using their words as paint, the mouth as a brush, and the audience...its canvas
So that it may paint upon the canvas a new picture each time
A new way to look at something
Though they don't see it
It's art