In the gallery of whispered dreams,
Brushstrokes echo with silent screams.
Canvas alive with hues so bright,
Tales emerge in the gentle light.
Palette of emotions, raw and true,
Every shade speaks, every tone anew.
Lines that curve and shadows that play,
Capture the essence of night and day.
Textures weave stories untold,
Mysteries unfold in every fold.
Art is a voice, bold and free,
A silent symphony for all to see.
In every frame, a universe lies,
A world of wonder beneath the skies.
Where colors dance, and spirits soar,
In the realm of art, forevermore.