When The Art Museum Is Empty, It’s Enough: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

When the art museum is empty,
and its gifts are mine to own,
I wander through halls of beauty
and ponder being alone.

Surrounded by creativity
and others’ visionary views,
I think in artistic silence
and dance solo with the Muse.

My heart is never heavy
as I view creation’s light,
where each unique gallery
helps set my world aright.

Would it be better to have someone else near?
Perhaps. But tonight, it’s just me who’s here.

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