In the quiet gallery, whispers paint the air,
Each stroke a voice, a story laid bare.
Colors blend in a silent embrace,
Crafting worlds in a still, sacred space.
The artist’s hand, a gentle breeze,
Sweeps across the canvas with ease.
Dreams and visions take their flight,
In shadows deep and morning light.
Every hue a note, a song unsung,
On the palette where emotions run.
A vivid dance, a silent scream,
A tapestry woven from a dream.
Beyond the frame, beyond the art,
Lies the beating of a tender heart.
A journey captured, a soul laid bare,
In every brush, a universe to share.