The words once they’re spoken,
  notes and palettes enhanced

Not judged in reference,
   kindred spirits they dance

While music enlivens
  what phrases will say

A painting embodies
  what verses convey

And the only conflict
  is in the critic’s eye

Who sees not the harmony,
   but comparisons lie

As all art travels skyward,
  enjoined hand in hand

To the source of its power
   —together to stand

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)