The Artist

The artist sings
and the sea roars,
the mountains thunder,
the clouds burst
and the heavens rejoice.

The artist sculpts/paints/draws/forms
and the cities turn silent,
the rivers are stilled,
the oceans lie flat
and the heavens hum quietly.

The artist writes
and the nations quake,
the rulers rage,
the armies gather
and the heavens watch.

The artist composes
and the courts sentence,
the jails bulge,
the gulags overflow
and the heavens cry.

The artist is killed
and the stars darken,
the black holes shrivel,
the universe contracts
and the heavens quake.

The artist sings
and the sea roars,
the mountains thunder,
the clouds burst
and the heavens rejoice.

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