In the silence of the canvas, whispers arise,
A dance of hues beneath unseen skies.
Each stroke a story, a memory’s trace,
Art, the silent echo of the heart’s embrace.

Shadows blend with light, a tender game,
In every shade, a flicker of a name.
Moments captured in a timeless frame,
Art, the eternal, never twice the same.

Through the artist’s eyes, a world reborn,
From dawn to dusk, from night to morn.
With every line, a soul is drawn,
Art, the bridge where dreams are worn.

In the gallery of life, we wander free,
Seeking truths in every painted plea.
Art, the mirror to what we cannot see,
A symphony of unspoken colors, eternally.