In the quiet whispers of the night,
The artist paints dreams anew,
With colors borrowed from the stars,
And visions from the morning dew.

Each stroke a silent symphony,
On a canvas vast and wide,
Where thoughts and feelings intertwine,
And secrets in the shadows hide.

The hues of life, both dark and bright,
Dance upon this sacred space,
Telling tales of love and loss,
With every gentle, fervent trace.

In this realm where time stands still,
The artist’s soul finds release,
Crafting worlds beyond our sight,
In the quest for beauty and peace.