I'm an artist

So here's a free verse poem that I wrote. It's just some thoughts I have about what it means to be an artist, and an attempt to describe how that feels to me. The punctuation is random, only there to help you understand better how to read it. 


I'm an artist
I think.
I make art,
I dip brushes in paint,
I mix colors on a canvas.
Does that make me an artist?
That is part of it
I think.
But there's more to it.
I see things
others may not see.
Red leaves
against a blue sky
and something swells within me.
Is that normal?
Seeing,
smelling, feeling, hearing
more.
Richly.
Do others want to dance
and sing
when the warmth of the sun
touches
gently, their face?
I do.
Do others notice with every sense awake
the smell 
the feel
of the change of seasons?
I'm an artist
I think.
That's what it is called 
to have ears
for every bird's song.
Eyes
for every color.
Love
for every texture 
and touch.
I make art.
I dip brushes in paint
I sketch and build
but who I am
is more than that.
I'm an artist.