Red Hot

I walk hand in hand with art,
With an open mind and a joyful heart.
I bestow upon it matchless love,
It comes to me easily now.

Music amazes me,
Poetry amuses me.
My fingers have created the same.
Passion is that force's name.

Red hot does it glow,
Through my blood does it flow.
In many an art am I self-taught,
For, impossible there is naught.

I'm one of the infinite artists
Who never bare their teeth nor clench their fists.
For, the language of heart is what we speak.
Love makes our knees go weak.

Love, passion and gratitude
Have moulded my ever cheerful attitude.
I'll never ever fall in life,
For me it's a festival and not a strife.