Like fire hawks or lifeguards by the sea, The artist sees, with trained and knowing eye, The golden opportunities to be The savior of what otherwise would die. Each action states its essence, then disbands Into the heavy fog of memory, Unless through art the act itself expands Into a testament to verity. As a result then we are all enriched By what with words, or paint, or notes, and more, The artist in a flash, or trance bewitched, Reveals as truth from what his hands restore. And this is true for paintings by Van Gogh, As well as those of Michelangelo. |