In the stillness of the midnight hour,
When the world is wrapped in tranquil dreams,
Creativity whispers with gentle power,
Unveiling visions, casting gleams.
Through the veil of darkest night,
Ideas dance with a tender grace,
A symphony of color and light,
In the silent, sacred space.
From the depths of the soul, it springs,
A river of thoughts, unbound and free,
With every stroke, the heart sings,
Crafting art in pure ecstasy.
Embrace the muse, let it flow,
In the calm or in the storm,
For creativity is a seed we sow,
A timeless, ever-changing form.