Flesh and bone can write the music
And the heart supply the beat,
But for the music to be whole – it needs soul.
Every artist has a soul and his work will not be whole
Unless he leaves a part of it behind.
Painters, sculptors, poets, all,
Often manage to enthral admirers
With the wealth of their emotions.
Joy and sorrow, anguish, pain
Reflected in their work
Can sometimes miss the mark
Being overdone like rumpsteak in the pan.
©Denise G Allen, 28 December 2012 07:04