Soon she will be no more than a passing thought,
a pang, a timpani of wind in the chimes, bent spoons
hung from the eaves on a first night in a new house
on a street where no dog sings, no cat visits
a neighbor cat in the middle of the street, winding
and rubbing fur against fur, throwing sparks.
-Dorianne Laux, Only As the Day Is Long: New and Selected Poems
Poems like this are what emotions will reveal.
A human being writes poetry or a song not because they are told to, but because there is something that they want to release those emotions and turn them into something.
That’s the beauty of those things because they can save people.
We, as artists, might be the saviour to some people, who, because of our Art, whether it’s music, a book, a film, or a painting, their lives will never be the same again.
In other words, it changes them for the better.
Mark Tacastacas 
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