A song encouraging artists of all techniques, to use their skills to disturb apathy.
Lyrics: Scott Bonadonna & Lyndsay Bowes
Music: Lyndsay Bowes
Fine tuned skills so quickly lose,
While waiting on tomorrow's muse
The fiddle, the riddle, the kettle drum,
The softened touch of the painter's thumb
The passion, abstraction, the drive and pep,
The precise placement of the dancer's step
Blind mind to the eye, all unravel and fray,
The creeping slowness of withering decay
(Chorus)
My words are a plea to the artist,
Disturb apathy, destroy apathy
My words are a plea to the artist,
Signed Mel
PS: The post script, this poem does not end
For the words of the singer and the message to send,
Words of the singer and the message to send
Twisted silver on stone,
Copied poems of the past
Carved pieces of wood,
Coloured gardens and glass
Sculptured statues flesh in stone,
Of conception and form
Photographs of life,
Captured brilliance as it's born
Chorus
Ink on paper, notes in the air,
Words to the winds with emotion and care
Everyone's song is their own unique love affair,
Art expresses us, the kindness and despair
Chorus