I am not an artist I cannot paint a beautiful landscape that makes you believe you're looking at the real thing. You will not stare in awe as you wonder what compelled me to paint those lines so uneven And I can't make my color choices dance in your eyes like sugarplum fairies Off of the canvas and into your mind For you to transpose the choreography To your own understanding
I am not an artist I cannot capture a single moment in time with the simple click of a camera. They say a picture is worth a thousand words but every shot I capture seems to be silent Mute But they're beginning to be heard Screaming millions of words Hoping someone will just hear one
I am not an artist I cannot make your skin shiver as my lyrics echo through the room Your emotions will not crescendo as each note burns nostalgia in your memory And I will not leave you wanting to hear more
I am not an artist And I can't create a masterpiece in two hours I can't write words that will break your heart as they enter your ears and fill your soul with the emotions I'm feeling I can't make you believe that I'm actually the character I tried so hard to become at rehearsals for the last three months My movements on the dance floor dont flow with ease or grace And you will never give me a standing ovation Or shower me with roses as you cheer for the art I've created.
But With every step that I take on this earth I am leaving brush strokes in the dirt and in your memory Every laugh every sob every word that I speak Is going through your ears for your own musical enjoyment My eyes are like cameras capturing every moment and every face each time my lashes flutter And even though most of we don't have photographic memories We still remember the precious moments our personal cameras caught on film