In the quiet gallery’s embrace,
Where colors speak in gentle grace,
A canvas whispers tales untold,
In every brushstroke, dreams unfold.

The sculptor’s hands shape stone with care,
Breathing life into the air,
Each curve and line, a silent song,
Where timeless beauty does belong.

Through melodies of paint and clay,
Art invites the soul to sway,
In hues and forms, we find our place,
A journey through creative space.

So let your heart and eyes explore,
The wonders that these works restore,
For in each piece, a world confined,
Art speaks the language of mankind.