In the gallery of whispers, where silence speaks,
Colors clash and blend, in a vibrant streak.
Forms that defy the limits of the past,
A tapestry of voices, woven to last.

Shapes that twist, in an uncharted dance,
Lines that curve, in a fleeting glance.
A narrative unfolds in every hue,
A dialogue of old and the new.

Textures that tease the wandering eye,
Depths that invite the soul to fly.
In abstracts bold and visions clear,
The heart finds stories, distant yet near.

A symphony of silence, loud and pure,
A reflection of worlds, both fragile and sure.
In contemporary art, we find our place,
A mirror to the times, a timeless space.