Dance can't keep still;
she never could.
Music, perhaps the oldest of them all,
is the gracious host:
a voice all recognize.
Acting has a love/hate relationship
with everyone in the room
including himself.
Pottery daydreams
of ancient glory.
(Fashion hasn't got the time for that.)
Architecture and Sculpture
compare dresses.
Cooking tries to decode
the recipe for dessert.
Painting and Drawing
soak up the garden's view,
while Writing goes around
asking what everyone's up to.
Photography stops
and stares for a while.
Video voyeurs the place,
much to Love's embarrassment.
Lastly, we have Poetry:
the lovechild of all the Arts.
He is amazed by the shape of his hands
and spends his time drawing shadows
and chasing cars.