Is that the cost of inspiration, then?
You steal from the artist an idea,
a thought, a penny, in the market square
and say it’s borrowed?
Is that the price you pay for a good deed
not unpunished; the law of Karma nullified;
not returned by another fair and square –
stolen, to be returned tomorrow?
And returned by whom? Another one –
another Star leaving sparkles everywhere
that you may bend to tie your shoelaces in the market square
and come back up with a loot – to be stolen in its turn…some other morrow.