Our Art ... my writings are song

Our art

My writings are song

whose melody will fade in time

words paling

to then disappear

vanished

from the collective memory.

My writings are sculpture

carved in stone

turned to sand

with the weight of years gone by

words scattered to the four winds

letters reverting to nothing.

If all this is true,

I’m not writing for permanence

nor personal gain,

what the hell I write for

except that it is

decreed by heaven.

As the sculptor carving the stone

or the composer and his music,

the painter and his chapel,

and the minstrel of old,

the purpose is not the end product,

but what this builds in me.

It’s not where I’m going

but what my steps built in me

through my chosen path.

And it’s not so much

the path I chose to follow,

but to have been chosen by it.

© Roberto Isaza