He reaches to the heights

And takes from immortality

A little piece of Beauty,

And makes a symphony,

Whose meaning is enhanced

By written or spoken word.

When all are inter-played,

And a listening ear has heard,

Thus is fulfilled a purpose.

For beauty in silence sleeps

'Til one seeking has perforce

Captured it, and keeps

It alive in notes of song

Or lines of poetry

To delight the listening ear

With wondrous harmony.

Each one has a different part,

Yet all are not the same.

Seekers of Beauty, lovers of Art?

In fairness, we could name

Which one would be greater,

Which would be the least.

Are not all equal pieces from

The one Great Masterpiece?