A stroke of blue, it calms the noise,

A quiet place where I rejoice.

The world, it fades like a distant shore,

In every shade, I lose my pain once more.

A dash of red, like fire’s glow,

A story untold in the undertow.

With every line, a breath, a space,

I paint the silence, I find my place.

In the colors, I fade away,

Into the canvas, I drift and stay.

The world may burn, the world may break,

But in my art, I find my wake.

Golden light spills from the brush,

Time slows down, a quiet hush.

I paint the dawn, where dreams are born,

A world untouched, a soul reborn.

A touch of green, like the forest deep,

Where shadows linger, where my secrets sleep.

Here I always seem so alone,

Each stroke a piece of my soul, unknown.

In the colors, I fade away,

Into the canvas, I drift and stay.

The world may burn, the world may break,

But in my art, I find my wake.

A canvas full, but never enough,

Each color a breath, each line a bluff.

To escape, to heal, to find what’s true,

My world may change, but this, I knew.

In the colors, I fade away,

Into the canvas, I drift and stay.

The world may burn, the world may break,

But in my art, I find my wake.

And when the colors fade to night,

I hold the peace I found in light.

On this canvas, I am free,

A thousand dreams are born in me.