In the hush of twilight, the canvas breathes,
Whispers of dreams, in strokes unseen,
Colors blend, in harmony they weave,
A silent symphony, where thoughts convene.
Shadows dance, in the artist’s mind,
Lines of longing, and hues of hope,
Each brushstroke, a story confined,
In a realm where endless visions elope.
The palette sings, a melody so pure,
With every shade, emotions ignite,
A masterpiece, ever so obscure,
Yet in its silence, it shines so bright.
Lost in the art, the world fades away,
In every detail, a universe unfurls,
A language of beauty, beyond words to convey,
In the artwork, the soul’s essence swirls.