Why can't I

My fingers jump moment to moment capturing sprinkles of beauty as oceans flow through them. I think I hold so much in these hands chirping hymns of this soul but know nothing of what actually fills this world. I long to show my obsession with majesty but only cast a shadow of what true detail is in the wonderful. To create worlds that abolish anything wrong is the journey of this person but how woefully short of an end worth telling I fall. True joy wishes to be released to the universe but I am to weary to turn the key to set my captive free. I wish to stare out to a world of  innocence been seen but to thick are the clouds my guilty eyes live in. I scream out to the world to be heard but as a mute man what good do my words accomplish. Please help me!