imagine that the greatest works of art
have never been seen
by anyone beyond the artist

that poem you wrote and never showed anyone
the story that stayed in your head
or the song you played for no one but god

these are the unsung heroes of life

not everything has to be seen
and shared
sold and scrutinized

there was a film i saw recently
of a poet who lived a regular life
his daily poems were just an expression
of life
he was not seeking fame or fortune
or striving to be read
in fact his book of poems
was destroyed by the dog
and no one had read them

some art exists for its own sake
it is all consciousness expressing itself
through form
and it doesn’t care abut fame or readership

i have often said
some of my best songs have never
been heard by anyone.