These granite chips all over this floor;
these ruts that lead in from the door;
this dust still permeating this air;
these chisels & mallets lying everywhere;
this young boy sweeping up this place;
these plashes, sweat-drops fallen from the artist's face;
these things here that are NOT, but once were;
these parts he removed, no longer there;
his ART is gone, somewhere without;
these works within, they still lie about.
All this, which we could've seen years ago,
ALL OF THIS, even this, is still
MICHAELANGELO.
A very emotive and profound work, Teddy.
Indeed, the bit remnants of a master sculptor's are still part of a wholesome beauty... just as a bar of silence in a score still belongs to the overall beauty of musical harmony.
SMilesz.
MUch enjoyed ~
If I was a artist, I would think this was to me. I relly love MickalAngelo. He's my faorit artist. I love this so much.
Mary