In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where colors blend and dreams unwind,
A canvas waits with silent grace,
For creativity to find its place.

Each stroke a whisper, each hue a song,
In this realm where we belong,
Boundless visions take their flight,
Transforming shadows into light.

Through the artist’s hand, the world is seen,
Not as it is, but as it has been,
A dance of forms, both wild and free,
A testament to what can be.

From the heart’s deep well they draw,
Breaking every earthly law,
Art and soul, forever twined,
Creating wonders undefined.