The art is not for everyone
The art is quiet
The art is silent
It's an embryo
Waiting for you to find it
To birth it
To rare a child of man
So exquisite
So pure, so brilliant, so unique
So devine
The art is a drug
Tempting you to fein for it
To die for it
To leave behind friends or family
Or a lover or an enemy
Respect the art when it bares fruit
Care for it
Nurture it
When the art is farmed you'll
Reside within your true divinity
You could match your destiny
Keep in mind the Dream killers,
The witch hunters,
Those who try to critic,
Talk down on
****** , stifle , rob or **** the art
It's in their own selfish nature
But you and I
Who have seen and understand art
Will observe and love the art for what it is
Here it be;
The concoction of melodies; Beethoven
The high notes, dance moves; Jackson
The dressing of a canvas; Van Gogh
The raw and uncut poetry; Bukowski
The eloquence , and wisdom; Socrates
Cooking of a meal  
Or a well executed crime
The art is just the art
Even if you're not capable of finding yours
Seek it
Yearn for it
But most importantly know the art
Teach thyself to observe
With open minds and silent tongues
It's right there in front of us