To know an artist as an artist is to gain
a fuller understanding of their art.
Their titles and pictures and lyrics pop
and common themes become clear.
I know whether you’re sad or not
Or even if you’re sad a lot.
True knowledge sprouts from
the soil of experience.
We wear the same shoes to uncover
our own broken earth
in our own fields,
yet we still bear the same fruits.
In moments of Christmas tree faces
with exclamations of “same!”
I know under your garlands and ornaments
we’ve both played a similar game.
As one artist to another, I know.
I see what you hide in plain hearing.
That which the naked ear sees a sad piece,
I know what really lies beneath.