In the quiet gallery, whispers of hues,
Where silence speaks in vibrant news.
Each stroke, a tale, each shade, a muse,
Art’s language, none can refuse.

Brushes dance, creating realms unseen,
Where reality and dreams convene.
In a world of chaos, a peaceful sheen,
Art’s touch, eternally serene.

Canvas embraces the artist’s heart,
Transforming thoughts into a visual art.
A symphony played in every part,
A silent dialogue, a sacred chart.

The walls adorned with stories old,
In colors bold and shadows cold.
A timeless narrative, forever told,
In every piece, a soul’s pure gold.