In the gallery of time’s gentle embrace,
Brushstrokes of existence paint the canvas vast,
Colors merge, a dance of chaos and grace,
Each hue whispers stories that will forever last.
Sculptures carved by momentsâ tender hand,
Chisel shaping lives with echoes of the past,
From marble dreams to sands, we understand,
Art and life entwined, a bond steadfast.
Melodies of life hum in silent art,
Notes of joy and sorrow in harmony blend,
A symphony played by every beating heart,
The rhythm of existence, its music without end.
In every shadow, in each radiant light,
Art reflects the tapestry of living’s song,
Through painted skies and stars that fill the night,
We find our place where both worlds belong.