In the quiet of a canvas, whispers paint the night,
Brushstrokes dance like shadows, merging dark with light.
A symphony of colors, a tale of forms untold,
Art’s eternal heartbeat, in every hue and fold.

Statues carved from silence, speaking through their stone,
Each chisel mark a memory, a story of its own.
In the marble’s cold embrace, warmth of passion gleams,
Art’s unending dialogue, in the sculptor’s dreams.

Murals stretch like horizons, vast as time and space,
Walls become the storytellers, of a culture’s grace.
Each pigment holds a secret, each stroke a hidden lore,
Art’s boundless expression, forever to explore.

Through the lens of a camera, moments come alive,
Shutter speeds like time machines, in a frame they thrive.
Capturing the ephemeral, in a fleeting glance,
Art’s timeless narrative, in every photograph’s dance.