when they tell you to immerse yourself in art- poem

should I let the waves of colour and composition
pull my feet out from under me till i fall to the
wet sand, heavy with honeys of hues and tints of timber?

To Be Beautiful- poem

Sometimes, things are only beautiful
Because of the knowledge that they might one day
Be no more.
That they will escape your grasp,
So to make the holding on with as much
Passion as you can muster up in that little heart of yours.