In halls adorned with whispers of the past,
Each canvas speaks in colors deep and vast.
A brushstroke’s dance, a silent serenade,
In hues where dreams and memories cascade.

The shadows play beneath the sculptor’s touch,
A marble heart that beats with ancient grace.
Echoes of time in every curve and line,
A symphony of form, a space divine.

Gaze upon the stories woven in the frame,
Where hands of old and new ignite the flame.
An artist’s soul laid bare for all to see,
In every shade, a timeless legacy.

Let eyes embrace the beauty undefined,
In every piece, a fragment of the mind.
Art’s gentle whisper calls us to explore,
A world of wonder, waiting evermore.