What is beauty ?

What is art, what is beauty,what is creation,and why?
Expression,what we believe in, what flows out of us that we materialize,I don’t know.
Listening to music, what is that really,how do we know it and feel it? Feeling the need only to breathe or even forget that. Especially when our eyes are closed,what does this do to us? It even takes control of the parts our mind is powerless in. Something so beautiful you wish never to have heard it so that you may have the chance to rediscover it all over again.
And we take this all in by our senses, and we do not seem to care their accuracy during this time as long as it is something that provokes feelings. Regardless of the shape or meaning of what we are percepting we find beauty sometimes at places we are not supposed to find. That is unique about a human is that even when expected to see the same we never do. The elegance, purity and mesmerizing things we mostly see where others close to us don’t. Not because we choose but just because we don’t. But why does beauty exist? It doesn’t ,maybe it is just a classification of all around us,with the big difference from other things being that it provokes some desires that should lay hidden. Trapped under many layers of something.   How much this beauty is a curse to us!It can’t be escaped, we see all but see few. Only by the realization of beauty do we stop to understand the insignificance of the surrounding.
The meaningless of something that doesn’t have anything to be compared with.
The climax of beauty can be had when combining all of the senses.Only all at once, by touch,sound, view can we feel it most clearly. Can we know what it really is?