Visible only to the eyes of friends,
It’s work purely for the joy of creation,
Like a meal made for loved ones is
Well rewarded by an unspoken delight.
It’s a preciousness beyond price,
Not to be found for sale in the market,
Like all truly valuable things, hidden,
From common, uninformed sight.
Why mourn this sacred anonymity,
Our only protection from those,
Otherwise occupied, to profit from art.

Visual response by Artisashwini