Art is the Gift...for eons, for seconds....

When the artist finally completes the painting, the poem, the story, the framing of the photo...
...the song....the drama....the acting....it's over...

But only for that moment!

Its life goes on....people see it...read it...dream it...see themselves in it...
...there is life there, from the artist's soul to medium, to your eyes, to your soul....

It can live years, decades, centuries....forever....its light shines...
...on out into the far distant places....

Art is also the last dance of the evening....
...the last flight of the Captain...
...the one that had  the perfect landing....

It may be the act of love....the poem spoken in broken tongue from the unbroken heart...
...from the unbroken breath of the broken heart....
It may be the touch of the hand at the golden moment...
...when time is running out....when the touch is not ordinary touch....
....when it is maybe the last touch....ever....it becomes the touch from the soul....
....it may be the last art from that heart....

Early or late, small or large....the touch is the art....
....it is the gift of life...it can be the last gift of love....
....it is never lost....it is the gift from something greater than us...to us, through us...
....other things are lost...never art...it is our legacy...it is what we inherit, and what our children will inherit...
....it is our civilization...the best we know to give....
....voice, words, sounds, paint, lines, color...
....never random...
...the creative designs from beyond our hands and soul back from a deeper place out now into the
...universe of our world and our children....may it last long enough to inspire them, speak to their souls too...
...and ask of them the same....what can we do to give back the sunrise, the mountains, the flowers...
...it will be 'art' their answer, as it is ours, our ancestors and all of our fellow humanity to come....
....it is the only truly human language we speak....it is, after all, our gift...