In the stillness of the night, the canvas whispers,
Lines emerge from the void, a story unfolds,
With each stroke, a world is born anew,
The artist’s heart beats in every shade and hue.

Shadows dance beneath the artist’s hand,
Dreams take flight on paper wings,
The silence speaks in graphite and ink,
A universe captured in delicate strings.

Colors blend in a harmonious embrace,
Emotions flow from the tip of a brush,
Each curve a testament to unseen grace,
A testament to the artist’s quiet rush.

In the end, a masterpiece stands tall,
A reflection of the soul’s deepest call,
Created from the depths of imagination,
Drawing, the purest form of expression.