Pluma..

In the absence of the right words to convey our inner most thoughts, we humans find new ways to express ourselves. We create poems, sing songs and paint pictures just to show what we really feel and what we want to say. In each line of a poem, in every melody of a song and in every stroke of a brush lies the scars, the tears, and the sorrow of the insignificant artist. For it is never the maker who is recognized, but the product of the intensity of his emotions and the inspiring beauty that he has created.