A canvas blank, emotions churn,
In the silence of notes left unsung.
Chords entwined, but feelings lost,
In silence, the artist’s heart does yearn.
Visions trapped in tangled vines,
A prisoner of unspoken lines.
The rhythm beats, yet fails to speak,
A symphony of unspoken dreams.
Yet in this struggle does beauty lies,
In this silence a symphony thrives.
In stillness he tries to find the notes to it whole,
But in this silence are the true stories told
Emotions lingers, a silent strain,
An ART from pain we can’t explain.
