The  image still and yet depicting storms

I  love Picasso, it’s his  line,you know
How he evokes the movement fast or slow
The sundered parts arranged in  a new form
The  image still and yet depicting storms

The  unexpecting vision threw me down
My mind was blown and I  lay on the ground
I  heard no sound except for music lite
For I was in a shop,not an art site

I did not think I’d  see great art in there
My fences bypassed by  such beauty bare
The light of art  burns into  human souls
May shatter or fragment,  create new wholes

Noone ever knew  the  blow I took
When I saw with no intent to look