Someone composed a song, and I happened to listen
To that song at a moment in time chosen
By fate such that my melancholic disposition that day
Resonated perfectly with the timber of the song in every way
The lyrics, the music, the haunting melodious voice
Struck a chord deep, leaving my eyes moist
Soul-stirring is how I would describe the effect
The song had on me, I did not expect
That a work of art could leave me spellbound
It was a transcendental experience profound
Since then many times I have heard the song
Without knowing how to sing, I can still sing along
Each time it is a salve for my hurting soul
Each time it makes my broken spirit whole
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One day I found to my dismay
That despite the accolades that had come his way
The songwriter /composer had lived a life of penury nonetheless
Faced financial hardships throughout and died penniless..
His artist’s soul did not know how to sell
His art to put food on the table, therefore he fell..
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How do you attach a value to such art?
For me it was priceless, it warmed my despondent heart
His songs stirred millions of souls everywhere
That he lived in poverty was outrageously unfair
True art is precious, to be celebrated
Gifted artists need to be venerated
And recognized for the value they bring
To the world- because a beautiful thing
Remains a joy forever, we know
Let artists thrive, let their art grow..
Passion...unbridled 