Art is that of which comes from within
It can not be taught
It will not be learned
It is from the heart

Art dies with every creator of the such dies

but can art be created?
or does it just come

i would say it comes
it comes in a way unexpected
through a night of wasting ones life away
or maybe it comes through the rain that falls on our heads

for me it comes through those times
those times with friends
with family
where it is pure beauty that creates
not me