In the quiet halls where colors breathe,
A canvas whispers tales untold,
Each stroke a dance of whispered dreams,
A world within, vibrant and bold.
The artist’s heart in pigments flows,
A symphony in hues and light,
Capturing moments, fleeting and pure,
In shadows deep and skies so bright.
A tapestry of thoughts and time,
Brushes weave the unseen song,
Each layer sings of joy and pain,
In painted realms where souls belong.
As we stand before this silent art,
Transcending words, the colors speak,
In the stillness, we find our part,
In the vivid dreams we seek.