In the hush of a quiet room,
Where colors softly bloom,
A canvas waits with bated breath,
For the artist’s gentle caress.
Strokes of passion, hues of dreams,
Blend in whispers and silent streams,
Each line a story, each shade a sigh,
Painting worlds where spirits fly.
The brush dances with grace untold,
In every movement, secrets unfold,
A universe crafted in bold embrace,
Art, a mirror of the soulâs own face.
As the masterpiece finds its voice,
In its silence, hearts rejoice,
Art speaks in tongues of light,
Illuminating the endless night.