A Bond Through Time

Art that subsists on canvas or in stone
Or page of print, in one fixated state —
Such work stands ready, whether there be none
To view, or read, and thus appreciate.
But not so music, for its song is clear
Not in one instant — only over time,
As measure follows measure in the ear,
Will it impart its qualities sublime.
All who indite, perform or hear the note
Are colleagues for invention of the art;
And all are bound, be time and place remote,
In partnership of spirit, mind and heart.
Was this what art’s Creator has designed,
Such universal fellowship to find?