These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Artistic License

How do we make the precious piece
of art we see inside?
How do we from the heart release
a work, that will abide?

Perfection is the wondrous glow,
that staggers ev'ry mind.
From God Above with Wisdom show
Creations' greatest find.

How doth a human show his gift,
though never perfect made?
How do we other hearts now lift
by what we have displayed?

Musicians try with every fiber
of their skills to be
without mistake, which would be dire,
intense emotions see.

But flawless music's just as bad
as any I have known.
I leave unmoved, nor slightly glad,
and inwardly I groan.

Pianist's imperfections felt
are filled with the heart's desires.
The listener's hearts are fully telled
by wet eyes bound to cryers.

Perfection truly is of God.
It speaks of Who He is,
but flawless playing I can't applaud
when a human is the whiz.

So "less is more" when humans play,
creating what they know.
"The feeling moves me. This I say
in gifted ways that show."

by Jay O’Toole
on December 2nd, 2024