In the silent whispers of a painted scene,
Art breathes life into the mundane,
Colors dance in untold dreams,
Crafting a world where hearts remain.

Through sculpted forms and rhythmic tunes,
Emotions find their voice anew,
Each stroke and note a timeless boon,
Connecting souls with visions true.

The dance of shadows on a canvas white,
Unveils the stories untold, unseen,
Art, a beacon in the darkest night,
Illuminates paths with its gentle sheen.

In every hue and every line,
Lies the essence of human plight,
Art, the bridge to the divine,
Guides our spirits towards the light.