In galleries where silence speaks,
Colors dance and shadows peek,
Each stroke a whisper, each line a song,
Art is where our hearts belong.

Canvas tells a timeless tale,
Of dreams that soar and never fail,
Sculpted forms in marble white,
Capture moments pure and bright.

Through the lens of a painter’s eye,
We see the world in hues so high,
Beauty etched in every frame,
Art and life, they are the same.

So let us pause and truly see,
The magic in each gallery,
For art, dear friend, is pure and true,
A mirror reflecting me and you.