Lost art

This is a poem for all the lost masterpieces
Visual lyrical musical theses
Left out in aether where we'll never see them
Until now, somehow. Join me in the unrealised museum

Past a warm reception just to struggle down corridors
Knowing you'll get there you just have to work some more
To an exhibition dedicated only to what could have been
All the ideas abandoned before what they were meant to mean

Now, hark! Pay attention! Bare witness!
Four and a half bars of an unfinished symphony the could have brought bliss
The starting brushstrokes not abstract enough on the canvas
A character with an arc but no world to explore
Some stone with rough chisel showing a shape at the core
All of them, desperately, needing a little bit more

Not every unfinished idea may be worth the time
Not every couplet has a good matching rhyme
But within this hall of unrealised potential
Is art that could have been so darn consequential

Couldn't figure out the puzzle? Life got in the way?
Boom, another lost work is put on display
Let it live in the real world, so it doesn't end up here
You can't choose to finish everything, just how much to persevere