The Chuch of Sight and Sound
We can’t stop what we’ve begun.
We’ve created a world that can’t be undone.
The beauty is ours for all to see.
As selfish as it may seem
It is all about the artists
you and I.
The bond that we share,
the works we prepare.
You and I
joined at the hip,
two artists bound by the brush.
We worship together you and I,
in the temple of beauty ,
in the church of sight and sound.
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