Poetry

The greatest honor that any artist can receive for a piece of art is to have it render its spectators absolutely speechless
 
In doing so any artist has done one of two extremes
 
The artist has either created such a masterpiece that's its transcendent beauty and otherworldliness leaves even the most astute critic devoid of thought
 
The grandeur of this work of art is so intense that once observed
Its image is burned into the soul of viewer like a brand to an unsuspicious calf
 
"Genius!" they'll yell prematurely
And whatever other words they can find to calculate and depreciate the value of the art
 
Or the contrary
 
The artist could have created something so unworldly something so sullied something so appalling and mindless that the neat pompous critics simply brush it away as if not to get a spec of dirt on their lavish sports coats

Breathless as in not worth a single gasp of air
Speechless as if unworthy of diction
 
And yet this is still an honor for any artist

For in their ignorance in their incompetence is complete silence

The stillness necessary for true beauty to speak for itself