Art is not paint on a canvas.
Art is blues flowing from the walls
Into your stomach, filling your chest
Controlling your breaths.
Art is yellows that enter your eyes
Expand through your head
Making you lightheaded and dizzy.
Art is the red that makes you weak in the knees.
Art is the violet that puts you at ease.

Art is not notes in the air.
Art is the flute flitting, flying far away.
Art is the bass drum sending vibrations through your chest.
Art is dynamic waves that overtake you
So realistic you feel yourself floating
And smell the sea.

This art is mine and
That is yours
For everyone’s is different;
Art is what fills you
From the bottom to the top
Makes you feel in all your senses,
It’s what makes your stomach drop.

When it comes to art and beauty
Emotions are everything,
What truly is most beautiful
is what calls your heart to sing.