Writing verses; Words with no rhythm, Poetry without form. Painting pictures; Colours with no hues, Art without life. Creating music; Notes out of tune, A song without melody. Narrating a story; Plots with no theme, A tale without meaning. Capturing images; Photos with no depth, A camera without memories. Dancing to silence; In circles with no grace, A performance without charm. Making love; In darkness with no emotion, An affair without romance. Writing this now; Words, not caring to rhyme, wrapped in emptiness without soul.