Weep not for fallen heroes, but celebrate their art

I weep not for the passing of good men, but for the joy they brought me in their lifetime
As their art touched my soul in a way that only art can, connecting theirs to mine.
for what is life without art? A drop of existence in the infinite 
to live, to die, to create. The universes triumvirate.
When heroes fall, it can make us want to rally against the injustice
Human natures fear of death, can override the way they've touched us.
But every human has the capacity to create art
You just need to find the right medium, and open up your heart
So weep not tears of pain at their passing, but tears of joy as they leave this mortal place
take comfort that art exists outside of the boundaries of time and space.
to create and touch just one other soul, is mankind's greatest treasure
And as such, we, as artists all, will exist forever