Your voice drips like golden honey,
Soft as a sunset melting into the sea.

I taste your laughter—wild berries and wine,
A melody swirling in the wind’s embrace.

Your touch is moonlight—cool and silver,
A whispered song that glows in the dark.

We speak in colors unseen,
And love in echoes unheard.

In silent hours, our inner art takes flight
Society shouts, yet silence hides the gold within
A spring of beauty flows, concealed in silent light
How can we break the chains that bind the soul of our art?
A secret song lies veiled, awaiting day from night
Dream of a world where melodies dance with the wind
To every hand that labors, crafting wrong to right
We’ll shatter silence of society’s black coffin
And carve its wood to sing with art’s immortal might.