Art Died Today

There came a knock to my door,
And go did I to answer it
Upon my stairs I did find Art
She was withered and dying
Crying for someone to heed her words

I turned inside to my common kin
Who were busy fighting
Over a nonexistent piece of pie

Upon my stair I joined her and listened to her tale;

Art died today.
In the arms of a dying artist
Wither did she in the hands of one
Forgetful and silent

Art whispered to me
As she faded
She told me of those who’d beaten her

Tearing from the world all that should have been beauty

In the claim that theirs was the only true splendor

Of she who denied her
Burning her own child’s dreams
With ideals of a proper future

She spoke of her greatest days
When someone dared to dream
And a cold day in hell
When that dream died

She wished for me to know
All that she had known
To remember what too many cannot

 

Smiling a sad smile for the ages

She spoke to me in silence
Within my heart I heard her
She came to me weak,

Bleeding as one
Who would never again rise

Art died today
For me she had a question
Presented in etchings
Upon the sands of time
‘I will die’
She said
‘You will die soon enough’
She continued
‘Until then who will you live for?’
Hers was a question I had asked myself in dreaming
For I knew all too well I could no longer live for them
I answered her in a twisting of ominous clouds
Above her escaping sands
‘You will die today’
I said
‘And I will die soon enough
Time will pass
And until then Who shall I live for?
None has ever asked for my life
No other has ever thought me worthy
So I shall live for you
You who lived for them
You who die for them
You who die for us’

Art died today.
In the arms of a dying artist
On the stair way to a tomorrow
She could never see
Hers was a role I could never take
Though my ego would be so inclined
Mine was a road she never knew
And ours is a nameless love

Hers was a heart that never bled
But beat for those who
Would burn her
Those who would deny her
She lived for her murderers
And I live for she

Art died yesterday
An artist will die tomorrow
Breath short as I may
I will breath with her intent
A life I’ve never known
I will live for she who was forsaken by
A world of less than understanding
And perhaps somewhere there-in
I can learn to love
Those that she would die for