In the quiet whisper of a brush,
A canvas breathes, begins to blush,
With every stroke, a world unfolds,
A tale of beauty, silently told.

Hues of azure and crimson blend,
In art’s embrace, they find no end,
Through lines and curves, a story speaks,
In every corner, wonder peaks.

The artist’s hand, a guiding light,
Transforms the dark, ignites the night,
With passion’s fire, each piece ignites,
A silent symphony that delights.

In galleries, where dreams reside,
Art’s essence flows, it will not hide,
A testament to human grace,
In every artwork, we find our place.