Heretofore the world has understood
All beauty to be purely seen, described.
No word can give a subject flesh and blood;
No written sound vivificate, ignite.
Ascribe to art the power to convey
His work into our hands: we redesign.
Kiss the world with fingertips in gray
And capture colors burned on film. Rewind
The passing world. It's fading, unrecalled.
Hold moments fast; thus brushed or filmed in place,
Lovelier than mem'ries we let fall,
Equal to a touch of Heaven's face.
Express the form for which words have no store:
Now capture moments worth a thousand more.
postscript
Written for my potential future sister-in-law's a friend's birthday. A celebration of the power of visual art, using the written form. Haha. Look closely--it's acrostic.