Mastered Before Its Time

Too bad for them
The artist dies before the artistry ever lives
It’s a Masterpiece
A Masterpiece time has revealed.

The people see it
They marvel, it’s magnificent
It’s surreal.

Too bad for them
Who never see the artist who lived
To see the artistry that the great artist’s imagination creates
To see manipulation of emotions manipulated in a trance-like state.

To see this craft in its truest form—

Epic!
Epic!
Epic!

The critic shall criticize
Likewise, those of the prestigious name
What they shall use for their artistry-present assessment
Is that of a past-time gauge, that can never define,

A Masterpiece
Mastered before its time.

Yet the prestigious shall come to know it

When the artistry that was too deep to be seen with the
Shallow eye… epoch rise.

What was clearly there before and the same
Is now seen through new eyes.

The people have no other word to say of it
Even the critics themselves had to admit it
The artistry is none less than

Exquisite

Too bad for them
Who shall never see the complete artist who lived
But what is just left behind,

Masterpieces
Masterpieces
Mastered before its time. ©

Written and read by UnControlled Pen