Like lightning’s flash
Or a melodies single, quick ending note
Art’s true beauty last’s but a minute
Then disappears behind a silencing, counseling cloak
Of either darkness, or light, or silence
A lights flash, a song, a shadow, ends
Sound, whistling are beautiful for a short second
Until arts true form lessens, and disappears
The true secret of art is to make something that fades
But you know that through the eye’s of the beholder
It was a master piece
Lucas Lingerfelt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-art-2/
