They Don't Understand

A writer, challenger of words.
Feverently installing the black blood of their instrument.
Creating the life of music on the sheets of parchment.
Fighting with their swirls and stabs on a battlefield of desolate lines.
Making the frustrated old page a place one beauty and serenity, of magic no one else knew.
The bringing of hope, despair, love and hate is the work of all artists.
Bringing the abilty to sympathize with people of lesser fortunes.
Symbols of love, life and renual.
An artist - lost in the world they create, a world their own.
Claims of insanity, unjust reasoning.
They do not understand.
They never will.