Stillness

I am hoping a work of art
Will draw you back to me
And bind us two together
In a feeling outside ourselves,
In that stillness called beauty.

Beauty belongs to no one,
And is not open to all;
And art can not change the world,
Every serious artist knows;
But if we - parted - could come
Together if only part to part,
If only in that frame, then

It would be still,
Still enough for me.