In the quiet whispers of the night,
Art speaks in colors bold and bright,
A tapestry of dreams unfurled,
It brings to life our inner world.
Through strokes of paint and lines of ink,
Emotions dance, thoughts interlink,
A silent language, deep and true,
Art tells stories old and new.
It heals the heart, it stirs the mind,
A refuge where our souls unwind,
In every brushstroke, every note,
Art captures what words cannot quote.
The world, a canvas vast and wide,
Artâs touch is felt on every side,
In its embrace, we find our part,
For in its essence, there lies the heart.