Art is work
worth its weight in gold
the weight it holds in words untold
paint that covers stains in damaged souls
by expressing pain and dreams we hold
art keeps us going when days feel grey and the rains are cold
Art is not a choice
we can’t turn off a tap on the inner voice
or divorce the love that flows in our hearts
we can’t part with magic that we find
or dislodge pictures that appear in our minds
art is the fabric that blankets us
keeps us warm when the biting wind cuts
Art is therapy, every day, everything, all we do and say
it reverberates in every note you hear
in every song that you play
it holds you near when your closest friend is fear
hugs you tightly when darkness appears
art is the glue that keeps us from falling apart
a sticking plaster on the heart
the shock we need when it feels like life just won’t start
Art is a saviour when times are tough
it is a hand offering unconditional love
art is a friend when the world feels empty
be it music, painting, poetry written or spoken
photography, abstract or realist, sculptured moments of frozen emotion
dancers moving like waves on an ocean
it’s all the world in motion
Art is a fire that sparks into life,
an inferno of heart and mind
art is work and the world would be so cold
if it was to be pushed in the dirt, unshown, unheard and untold
by those who see worth only in pound signs
and are blind to the beauty found in artistic rays of sunshine
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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