Words not vocalized lay motionless on the canvas
In a gallery in upstate New York

Many have been moved by this expression
Exhibited throughout Europe and Spain
It now rests upon nails on a bare white wall in New York

Squared in nature
It vibrated an inaudible tone
That resonates in each viewer’s soul
Some have been known to cry

A young child in its mothers arm
Reached to feel the cobalt blue acrylic
Those standing near by were in awe
As his tiny fingers moved away from that touch

He let out a sigh and cooed with one tear drop falling from his right eye
Age was not an issue with how this art moved people inwardly

The artist had captured what many obviously had secretly desired
Rich mixtures of blue, yellow and white
Were meticulously layered upon the canvas

1037 miles away in some Midwestern rural town
A young musician was surfing the web
When he came across this image of art

As a tear left his cheek
He grasped his guitar
And begun to play a melody that made those around stop and listen

The guitarist played that stringed instrument as if he were making love to it
His long brown hair tossed as his head rocked to the rhythm
With eyes closed you could tell by the tension upon his face that…
Each note had meaning…each chord had purpose
When he finished his body was soaked with sweat
Those around had the feeling that they had just been made love to with sound

No one spoke…no one moved

The painting…a naked man and woman passionately embraced upon a floating lotus flower

The song…Ode to Joy

01/04/2005

Author's Note: this was a poem I wrote when another artist and I spent the day writing. We had agreed to meet...we both would choose one topic for the other to write...one topic of our own choice...and one topic we mutally agreed upon to write together...this is one I choose for my self...based upon some words I heard someone say...also thanks Kate and Janice for the edits...:P

Posted on 01/22/2005
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