Art is Life

Why a song does not die with the singer

Nor does a poem perish with the poet ?

Art outlives the artist.

These have been there always

Even before man was created.

 

Songs turn our  hearts  softer

Poems may just set ablaze our thoughts

A  painting on the wall stirs the soul

The  ivory figure reflects self

With  these  we  keep living on.

 

Turning tens and thousands of faces to realize ;

Every   mind  to think

Right  here  is what   touches our senses

Wakes us up from slumber

And   fuels our  selves.

 

Art is   food   for  conscience

To keep  the spirit ticking.