A studio tour
The fairer faces but they gasp for a breath, Voice stifled, laughter silenced, eyes bereft. In silence, they speak, in whispers they pine, Their essence is distilled in every drop of wine. Between king and queen, a silent divide, In a realm of silence, their secrets reside. Roots forgotten, in the quest for grace, Obsessed with appearance, ignoring deeper space. And see, the artist's soul, a silent plea, In strokes and hues, his truth set free. The tales untold, in every stroke and line, Lost in the auctioneer's rhythmic chime. Who crafted these scenes of life's harmony? In silence, they toil, unnoticed, even so free. Pennies for their thoughts, their art, their dreams, In silence, they labor, in silence, they gleam. Their silence speaks volumes, their art a refrain, In the ghazal of life, their voices remain. ©Poet Affaq #poetry #sonnets #rhymes #mysticpoetry