In the gallery of dreams, where colors blend and sway,
Each canvas speaks a story, in hues both bright and gray.
The artist’s hand, so gentle, carves the world anew,
With every stroke of pigment, a vision brought to view.

The whispers of the past, in shades of deep maroon,
Dance upon the surface, beneath the silver moon.
Eternity is captured, in moments pure and fine,
As art becomes the vessel, through which our souls align.

A symphony of silence, in every painted scene,
The echoes of creation, in blue and verdant green.
The beauty lies in fragments, in details small and grand,
An endless source of wonder, crafted by skilled hands.

So let us stand in awe, before these mortal strokes,
And feel the timeless magic, that every masterpiece evokes.
For in the heart of artwork, lies a universe so vast,
A testament to glory, a bridge to future and past.