The cost to touch and be touched

What use is the river that i can't touch, or
the rain that never lands on me?
A muse for eyes to lay upon
and feast a meal not whole

I am the hungered, starved alive
Feeding on admirations
Is beauty more when observed or
to be a part and disappointed

A blend of both feeds all but few
Unnoticed in the selfless
Can this be studied, moulded and learned
For i fear i sit with no substance

To be famed for brilliance, and be modest
To want for nothing more
What is fame in brilliance without
recognition, a greed for the meek