I walk around the gallery
The works of art so wonderful
And so different in their way.
Some pictures are obvious
And I can see exactly what they mean,
But many seem so strange
Just an image of colours
Pulling me into its wonder.
Trying to see what it means is hard
But what it gives me is a feeling,
A feeling that art is not for understanding,
Art is for creating an emotion,
An emotion within me.