In the quiet gallery, whispers of brushstrokes speak,
Colors dance on canvas, in silence they seek,
To tell a story, to share a dream,
In the realm of art, where nothing’s as it seems.

Sculpture stands tall, shadows cast a tale,
Marble and bronze, in their silence prevail,
Each curve, a whisper, each line, a song,
In the artist’s mind, they’ve belonged all along.

The photograph captures a moment, frozen in time,
A fleeting glance, a rhythm, a rhyme,
Light and shadow, a delicate dance,
In every frame, there’s a second chance.

Art’s appreciation, a gentle embrace,
Of minds intertwined in a timeless space,
Through every piece, a world unfolds,
In silence, the deepest stories are told.