In galleries vast and halls so grand,
Where silent symphonies speak to the soul,
Each brushstroke, a whisper, a hand,
That etches emotions, makes us whole.

Sculptures stand still, yet dance in light,
Shadows play, revealing hidden tales,
A marble grace, a bronze might,
In every curve, a voyage sails.

Canvas blooms with hues so bright,
Stories unfold in every shade,
A vibrant dawn, a silent night,
In art, our deepest thoughts are laid.

So let us pause and truly see,
The beauty in each crafted piece,
For in this world, so wild and free,
Art’s gentle touch is our release.