In the gallery of silent whispers,
Colors dance upon the skin of dreams,
A brush’s gentle caress, tender and soft,
Awakens a world where reality sings.

Shadows play in hues of longing,
Each stroke a story untold,
The canvas listens, heart open wide,
To secrets woven in threads of gold.

Eyes meet the soul of creation,
Where chaos finds its tender form,
In the embrace of endless imagination,
Art breathes life, vibrant and warm.

Here lies a sanctuary of vision,
A mirror reflecting the heart’s desire,
In every splash of light and shade,
Art ignites a timeless fire.