Artistry

Who is an artist in this world? Who creates what is memorable, What is new and relished, What is looked upon as true beauty? Those artists who used the wrong technique, Who went against the flow And mom and pop still stood behind They sang all wrong, with tension in their face All scrunched up and wrinkled foreheads And created the most memorable moments of all Their teachers, experts, shook their head While millions at home smiled and were touched And the earth remaining, revolving was changed only For a moment or for a lifetime Or for one The great perfection of art can hardly be achieved Only talent can be developed, and even that is never Achieved without much regret because sometimes Talent is perhaps The most subjective Art Always occurring And revolving Around itself