Trying to hold onto
and preserve what one
loves and feels deeply, is
like trying to pin the butterfly.
The collector knows
the butterfly can only
thrive for a very short
time, freely in the world
And so he pins its
unique beauty in place
for what he hopes is forever
Is this what we try to
accomplish with art and music;
with our written words,
and the love we feel?
This poem is definitely a food for thought... Every art is an imprint...in paper, earth, or minds... Pinning down is the right word... Tfs..