In the quiet of the gallery’s embrace,
Whispers of colors dance with grace.
A palette of dreams unfolds its wings,
As the silent canvas softly sings.

Brushstrokes echo with tales of old,
In every hue, a story told.
The vibrant clash of light and shade,
A timeless art, eternally made.

Eyes wander through the painted maze,
Lost in a world of endless gaze.
Textures weave in gentle flows,
In silent symphony, beauty grows.

Here lies the heart of the artist’s soul,
A world within, complete and whole.
In every stroke, a whispered prayer,
Art’s eternal breath is laid bare.