In the gallery of dreams, where whispers speak,
The canvas breathes with life, profound and meek.
Hues dance and intertwine, a graceful ballet,
Telling stories of dawn and dusk, night and day.

Sculptures stand tall, guardians of the past,
Chiseled with patience, their shadows cast.
In marble and bronze, emotions are sealed,
Silent yet loud, their truths revealed.

Brushes dipped in passion, strokes of desire,
Ignite the soul, set the heart on fire.
Each masterpiece a mirror, reflecting the soul,
Fragments of humanity, making us whole.

Through art, we traverse time’s endless stream,
A universal language, a shared dream.
In every piece, a fragment of the divine,
Art, the eternal, forever will shine.