In the quiet of the night, the artist dreams,
Colors dance upon the canvas of their mind,
Each stroke a whisper, a secret revealed,
In shadows and light, their soul is unsealed.

Brushes dipped in the hues of the heart,
A symphony of silence, a world apart,
With every line, a story unfolds,
In the artist’s hands, a vision bold.

Eyes that see beyond the mundane,
Imagination unleashed, like gentle rain,
Creating realms where dreams reside,
In the artist’s world, there’s no divide.

From twilight’s glow to morning’s light,
They capture the essence of day and night,
With passion’s fire and a gentle touch,
The artist’s gift, a masterpiece, as such.