FIne Arts Museum

Here i’m admiring,

murals, paintings, watercolors abound,

a whisper,

can make the hall shake,

those clear and apparent thoughts,

are being consumed,

here,

what the eyes can see,

the nose can smell,

the hand can touch,

are inlaid in this hall,

no one dares to hawk,

no auctioneers,

just arts,

here,

it’s like a timeless sculpture,

still static things,

beauty is always so intoxicating,

in the most conspicuous place,

i see an oil painting,

hanging in the center of the hall,

people just don’t want to leave.

A wave of people,

they left,

a new wave of them,

came,

and stopped,

in front of that painting,

it is too beautiful,

fascinating and salivating,

spaces in the hall,

full of people,

in front of the paintings,

lovers bill and coo.

crowd dispersed,

walking out,

still looking around,

as if they will miss,

an entire century,

if they missed a painting,

what kind of painting exactly,

was that,

venus with a broken arm,

or an angel in dreamland,

the crowd wondering,

and so am i.