The faculty that helps us create is other-worldly
Cannot be of the material world
We use elements of the material world
To create beautiful music, write beautiful poetry
Create beautiful art
But what creates it is other-worldly
And what comes from the invisible realm
Touches our heart and soul
Which belongs to the realm of the unseen
Music transports us to another time and place
Poetry sheds light on concepts that
Don’t belong to the realm of matter
Art cheers the soul!
The invisible, intangible, mysterious part of our reality
Craves beauty, and harmony and purity
And when presented with these
It feels nourished and satisfied
A sad heart is cheered by a joyous melody
A distressed soul is uplifted by the magic of poetry
The invisible is made visible by the arts
And in turn touches the invisible part of us!
Where do hairpins go?
They seem to disappear into a void!
I think there is a secret place in the house
Where all the things that are seemingly lost
Get together and hang out!
The place is of course unknown to you and me
But it has to exist surely!
Things don’t just disintegrate
At least that’s what science says
So, this secret hideout of all things lost
Must be somewhere in the house!
The left earring you lost
The quarter you thought you had
The USB key you can’t find
The numerous socks that leave their partners
Making us wonder what to do
With the one that got left behind
They’re all hiding in this secret place
Grinning form ear to ear
Enjoying the fact that they have made us frustrated
One more time!