Breath of Art

Breathe in. Breathe out. Engulfed by the synesthesia,

Colors dance, like water colored ribbons snaking through the air.

Emotions broiling over the closed lid, leading to dyskinesia.

Music notes exploding like gentle dandelion poofs, carrying our wishes everywhere.

A portrait with a heartbeat, the canvas glitters brighter as the piano sings.

A speaker weaves tapestries of thoughts the painter shared with each caress.

Words like a score weaving syllables into a creator's soliloquy.

Flat art allows a creator’s thoughts to be viewed by all beings.

Pirouette. Ronde. Impetus. Butterfly. Berezka. Defying gravity.

Art in music draws our eye, stealing our very breath away with each convalesce.

Giving life to the trailer inside the choreographer's mind for eternity.

Each step a lamb’s first time and time again, an immortal journey.

Soundtrack of lives strung as tight as a piano wire, invites you into our hearts.

Each beat a pulse, bringing you into the rhythm of the composer’s very universe.

Author’s gift you their world, opening the door and shepherding you in.

Words paint portraits in paragraphs and build heroism in punctuation.

Though the cast they paint in their breath may reach a finale. Adventures never do.

The portraits light a flame in an artist’s heart. The reds burn into their eyes.

Soprano notes pluck the heartstrings and kiss the ears. Sweet nothings.

Dance consumes the souls of those who observe, each step electric.

A touch of a brush, a splash of red and a kiss of vision.

The feel of the coarse canvas, rough concrete under foot at kick off.

Hands beating down on the tar, spinning in time to the rhythm.

Deafening notes cry out, moving the lips of the singer and the feet of the dancer.

Art breeds more art.

A splash of blue, a new view on the calm skies above.

Strums on the strings and the whole body sings.

Un. Deux. Tres. A spin with a little flair, a dip and we’re almost there.

You can taste the excitement, the glitter and the sweat in the air.

Dreams grow with each move, with each piece the collection is more complete.

While it spreads, there shall never be defeat. Contagious is the bug of creativity.

Yet without it, dull and bored. Lifeless and blank would be the days to come.