What is art?
Is it the shadows painted from the trees above?
Is it the way someone captures a photograph of the sun peaking over a building?
Is it a doodle of the neighbor's cat that your five year old cousin scribbled?
Is it the way words are placed together in a letter to an old friend?
Is it two lovers holding hands?
Is it the way he smiles when you say hello?
Is it the copper being stained green in the rain?
Is it the way she dances across the ballroom floor?
Is it the birthday cake your mother decorated for you?
Is it the freshly made snow angel outside your window?
Or is it simply...
Anything that grasps beauty?

I will write to you
Every single day
Until someone breaks my fingers
Making me useless

If that happens
I will sing to you
Every single day
Until someone stuffs cotton in my mouth
Making me mute

But even then
I will look after you
Every single day
Until someone blackens my eyes
Making me blind

Even then
I will love you
Every single day
Until someone shoots me
Making me lifeless