In the quiet gallery of dreams,
Where colors whisper tales untold,
Brushstrokes dance in vibrant streams,
On canvas, stories gently unfold.

Shapes collide in timeless grace,
A melody of hues takes flight,
In every curve, a hidden face,
Emerging softly from the light.

Textures sing in silent rhymes,
A symphony of touch and feel,
Each layer speaks in whispered chimes,
Of secrets only art can reveal.

In art’s embrace, we lose and find,
A world within, so vast and free,
A mirror to the seeking mind,
Where every stroke is poetry.