(He)Art and Soul

Everytime I gaze at art

I feel awed and envious

Are they really art?

It seems like the artist's piece of heart

Monotones and neons

Pastels and and rustic

They blend and pop

Like a soothing melody

Adding depth and dimension

Acts as a divine vehicle

Transporting to a world of dreams

Also of vision and experimentation

They melt our heart

Let flow the creativity

They inspire. They motivate.

All along asking us to -

Just create.

Everytime I gaze at art

I wonder when will i become that artist

Who leaves a piece of heart

In everything they create!