I think of it as

Organized

Unorganized thoughts

Put on paper

Or kept inside

For all to see

Or for all to wonder

I think of it as

The most secret diaries

Put most beautifully

They may speak about

The most delightful love

Or the most dreadful hate

The most beautiful dream

Or the most hated nightmare

They may speak about

All of your problems

Or the people you have problems with

It may confess love

Or even ******

But whatever it speaks of

It's always the art

That speaks from the soul