All about the Art

                        
It’s all about the art- and not about the chart
About the story being told, not coins or bags of gold

Does it come from deep inside, from that hidden secret place?
The emotion from within, the page of life to grace

It’s all about the art- the song being sung
The lyrics of my life, the bell that’s being rung

Long hours spent, must be spent in love
The practice, the drive, to reach the stars above

It’s all about the art- not about the game
The gift that we give, not coveting the fame

The call of the road, the journey of life
The spoonful of joy, the cut of the knife

It’s all about the art- it’s all about the love
When talent and desire, fit just like a glove

The picture being painted, the sketch being drawn
From the last crimson sunset, to early morning dawn

It’s all about the art- the gift that we leave
Intricate fabric, of the legacy we weave

Life is not a fake, a lie or crafted cheat
What is real is all that counts, upon the final sheet

It’s all about the art, the gut the sweat the heart
It’s all about the art, from the finish to the start  

David Kettler


The other day I was listening to a song on Pandora that I really liked and immediately I found myself scrolling to find out if the singer had written the song. I realized that many times I find myself doing that and I guess the reason is that it helps me try to identify with the artist and match the emotion of the voice with the emotion of the writing. More and more I find myself rejecting so called pop-music that is generated, manipulated, often plagiarized and butchered beyond belief all for the aim of climbing some so-called chart. This line came to me on my way to work that day…”It’s all about the ART…NOT about the chart!! After a good thanksgiving meal yesterday at Grandmas and a long night spent in a turkey coma…this poem came out this morning.