Art by any other...

Art by any other name...is still art
just the same…
  ...as always...

Art percolates through all we do…
ev'ry thing we turn our hands to

our hearts sing out for more..
...and more...

It leaks out our pores…
   ...and falls with our tears…
sticks in our minds like glue…

A thought tumbles 'round for only so long…
and then it must be said...one way or another…we must ...do...

We are the ones
who must say it...we are artists after all…

if we have no pencil or paper…
we'll scribble it on the wall.