I sense I can do better too although the idea is that the reader, or "the dilettante", or the writer even can only grasp at what art is through their own experiences and can't truly know great art because it would be to know another person. 

You've written a poem about art with no concrete images, just a catalog of the senses.  There's no journey and no investment in either voice of the poem.  I sense you can do better.

I really like this. It asks more questions than it answers but also does a really good job of making the reader feel like they are in a conversation with the narrator. It does a good job of being intimidating yet inviting, tempting the reader to be as close to the narrator as they dare, yet at the same time pushing them away.

Would love to read more stuff like this! 

Outsider!

Pretender!

Fake! Fake! Fake!

Why are you here?

Your ears are unfit to enjoy my sweet melodies

The particles of my fragrance are wasted on your nose

Someone should sew your mouth shut

So that you may never savor a single morsel 

Of *my* feast

Do not gaze upon the beauty of my form

Empathize with Oedipus and carve out your eyes

I can see you wish to caress my fur

Refrain, your hands will only spoil the touch

Your presence is an insult to the meaning of art

What do you know of the suffering of creation?

What do you know of love?

“I truly know not” spoke the Dilettante 

“I only know my own”

[Lost love game, done with gun game](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4gpkdi/lost_love_game_done_with_gun_game/d2jznjn)- by OopsIBlinked

[Orbit](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4gpes0/orbit/d2jz4hh)- by Shiss

The Dilettante