A Canvas of Words

I am an Artist,

Yes, you read that right.

I draw, I sculpt, and I paint.

But I do not write.

Words are tricky,

No matter what you may say,

Everyone interprets them differently,

As different as night and day.

Not every word,

I'll know what they mean,

But art is easy,

Art just needs to be seen.

Poets see the world,

through a literary lense,

But let me ask you,

Can they show how the light bends?

How many words to describe a hue?

Do they call it cerulean or midnight?

Or just a really deep blue?

Art speaks plainly,

Whether simple or profound,

Just seeing our thoughts,

Where no words could resound.

Make no mistake,

I like words quite well.

But how many poems,

Have you tried to sell?