In strokes of vibrant hues, the artist’s soul,
Paints a world unseen, a story untold.
Each brushstroke whispers secrets of the heart,
Crafting realms where dreams and reality part.

The sculptor’s hands weave magic from the clay,
Breathing life into forms in a silent ballet.
Shadows dance and light caresses stone,
In each creation, a universe is known.

The dancer’s body speaks in fluid grace,
Telling tales with every twist and trace.
Movement becomes a language of its own,
In every step, a narrative is sown.

The poet’s pen spills ink like liquid gold,
Etching emotions in verses bold.
Words become art, a canvas of thought,
In every line, the human spirit is caught.