In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where dreams softly sleep,
Lies a talent waiting to awaken,
A secret the soul longs to keep.

Beneath the stars that softly sigh,
A gift begins to bloom,
Painting the world with unseen colors,
Dispersing the deepest gloom.

The dance of shadows on the wall,
An orchestra of silent grace,
Crafting beauty in the stillness,
Leaving whispers in its trace.

With every breath, a spark ignites,
A flame that cannot wane,
For talent is the gentle light,
That casts away the pain.