In the silence of a gallery’s heart,
Where colors dance, and stories start,
Brushstrokes whisper secrets untold,
In hues of crimson, silver, and gold.

Each frame a window, a soul’s reflection,
An artist’s dream, a silent connection,
Through shadows and light, they converse,
A symphony of life in every verse.

The sculpture stands, timeless and true,
Chiseled with love, an artist’s view,
In marble veins, emotions flow,
A testament to the world they show.

In art, we find a timeless grace,
A mirror of humanity’s face,
From canvas to clay, a shared devotion,
To capture beauty in every emotion.