A somber man stood,
His eyes of pearl blue stared.
In front of him an object lay.
What is that?
he asked looking
upon the mass of lumps
and colors that lay before him.
Art
he was told.
He glanced back at the hues
and curves of the intriguing
shape of glass now art.
Is it good?
he asked.
Some of the best
he was told.
A sickle crescent of a smile
grew on his face as he looked
once again upon the beautiful
object that spoke to him through
the silent language of art.
Some of the best art
he said admiring.
Yes, I can see it too,
he whispered now able to
see the art that lay before him
on the cold ground.
