The words once they're spoken,
notes and palettes enhanced
Not judged in reference,
kindred spirits they dance
While music enlivens
what phrases will say
A painting embodies
what verses convey
And the only conflict
is in the critic's eye
Who sees not the harmony,
but comparisons lie
As all art travels skyward,
enjoined hand in hand
To the source of its power
—together to stand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)
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