In the quiet embrace of paint and brush,
Colors dance in a silent rush,
Each stroke a whisper, each hue a sigh,
A symphony beneath the artist’s eye.

Canvas speaks in shades untold,
A tale of dreams in blues and gold,
Where shadows play and light unfolds,
A world within, a story bold.

Textures weave a tactile song,
In the realm where soft meets strong,
Lines that curve and edges blend,
In art’s embrace, time suspends.

Through the hues, a heart reveals,
A mirror of what the soul conceals,
In the gallery of life, we stand in awe,
Art’s silent language, the world draws.