The Artist Poem by Lilly Solares

The Artist



I don't know much about the heart of the artist...
the only thing my heart knows
is that it's captive from feling as the artist feels
when he plays his anthem.

I know he feels in a different way
and though I know he's only... human...
the way he plays... says more than
what the mind can say when all the colors
up above get mixed and you can find
amazing shapes in the greatness of the sky.

And when the artist opens a little door
to the vastness of his heart
and lets out the feelings inside...
I see notes flying in the air waiting for him to play
and tears turn into music that comes from deep down.

You know you are the artist
and all that I can say is..
You are, indeed, a one of a kind friend
and even when the road is long
and I don't know you for very long
I really wanted the artist to know
that he's got in me
a good friend form now on.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jude Thadeus 08 April 2010

This is great! Ur words are in order. I love ur concept, keep it up!

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