Upon the canvas, whispers of dreams,
Colors unfolding in vibrant streams.
The brush dances with gentle grace,
Crafting worlds in a silent embrace.
Every hue a story untold,
In shades of crimson, azure, and gold.
The silent symphony of shades,
In hidden corners where mystery fades.
Textures speak in a voiceless song,
Where shadows and light gently belong.
A dance of lines, bold and free,
In the heart of the art, eternity.
The canvas speaks in silent tone,
In the language of colors, its own.
A masterpiece of fleeting time,
A timeless tale in a frame sublime.