Art is what the the heart does

          when it runs outside
          to play in Life.
 

With radical abandon,
          it smashes open cans of paint
          on hallowed grounds, where it ought not be.
 

As colors drip and mingle,
          the ordinary is transformed into a marvelous work

          worthy of divine praise.
 

Such exuberant playfulness
          vandalizes conventions and offends
          lawful critics.
 

But the heart laughs,
          rebelling against their rules, breaking free
          of customs the dead holds so dear.
 

Art is what happens
          when a heart gets entangled
          with Life.