Amidst the strokes of colors bright,
Lies a world of dreams in night.
With every brush, a story told,
On canvas wide, in hues of gold.

The whispers of the silent shade,
In shadows deep, the light did fade.
Yet in the dark, a vision gleams,
A painter’s touch, a realm of dreams.

Each splash of blue, a sky anew,
With clouds that drift in morning dew.
The reds and greens, a dance of life,
In every line, joy and strife.

The painting speaks in tongues unknown,
A universe in colors grown.
With every glance, a heart’s desire,
The artist’s soul, a burning fire.