Upon the canvas, whispers play,
In hues of dreams that softly sway.
A dance of colors, bold and bright,
Painting echoes in the night.

Each stroke a tale, each shade a song,
Where mysteries and art belong.
Within the frame, a world confined,
Yet endless stories seek to find.

Textures weave through time and space,
Crafting realms of hidden grace.
Beneath the surface, shadows blend,
In every line, a journey penned.

This artistry, a silent voice,
Invites the heart to make a choice.
To see beyond the painted sight,
And lose oneself in colors’ flight.