I’ve heard the musicians who, with dexterous, nimble fingers
Dancing across the strings of their violins
Coax the music gently from the depths of their vivid fancies
Down to the feather-light tapping of fingertips
Drawing out the music as they glide their bows gracefully across the strings.

I’ve seen the work of artists who, with more fluidity than water itself
Boldly slashed their paintbrushes across the blank canvas of human ignorance
And read the words of authors who, with cool, easy confidence
Relied on a brittle fragment of wood and graphite to challenge the world
Opening eyes, puzzling minds, skillfully weaving their words into our history.

I’ve heard that great minds think alike, but how could I believe it?
I’d only ever known those who were unique to have achieved greatness
And it was those who saw the world through different eyes
Who, with their clear vision, clever hands, painfully acute senses
Became the triumph of humankind