Together they mingle in harmony
the arts, bursting from souls
no longer suppressed or withheld.
Paintings of peace in flowing hues,
some in colours of grief.
Same with legends from Wordsmiths,
at times withheld too long;
Now telling their drams and truths.
The sculptor who this moment created a vase
so smooth, glazed in natures hues.
To tell about the many creative forms
would keep us here too long,
First, lest we forget. Always listen,
Listen to your heart.
Without love and passion
all art is just delightful objects d’art.
© miriam ivarson