Art

Art Masterpieces everywhere not framed, not fenced, not rare they breathe in concrete air still speaking, still there Centuries deep, no dust on the voice hands left echoes, not noise Cracked skin, long nights pressure turned into choice So what is it that pulls me in no warning, no plan, no skin Wraps tight round the ribs like it knows where I’ve been Is it passion, sweat on stone love set hard, never gone More than a road we’re walking on something lifts us, draws us on Head in the clouds, feet off the ground lost and found in the sound We don’t leave empty-handed that’s the art now Not a postcard moment not a stop on the way this hits deeper than the surface stays longer than the day Poetry with no words silence talking back longing carved in shadow time couldn’t crack Yeah, it travels all that space just to meet us face to face Something human sparks again in this sacred place Is it passion, sweat on stone love set hard, never gone More than a road we’re walking on something lifts us, draws us on Head in the clouds, feet off the ground lost and found in the sound We don’t leave empty-handed that’s the art now For a second we float no weight, no role, no name just a pulse in the chest and we’re not the same Carry it back into the night hidden treasure, out of sight still burning low, still bright Yeah, passion, sweat on stone love that learned how to hold on More than a moment we passed upon it stays when we move on Head in the clouds, feet on the ground still feel it when it’s gone We don’t leave empty-handed that’s the art.