today a 'friend' asked me 'why'

today a 'friend' asked me 'why'when i showed her drawings for the new rooftop gardens. i was left without much in the way of response. i just looked around the gallery and said, 'why any of this?' ...why make art. why dance or sing or write songs or poems? why. i confess, sometimes, after the rain has fallen for days and days, and the news of the world breaks my heart again, i wonder myself. why beauty loud, so stridently clear, so relentlessly to me, to you, to anyone, to what end or what beginning