In quiet corners, a tale unfolds, A sculptor’s dream that the silence holds. Both sides chiseled with tender care, Her masterpiece breathes in the still air.
In solitude, cast aside, she toiled, Emotions deep where passion boiled. A chessboard scene, life’s endless game, Frozen in bronze, yet never the same.
Trees twist upward, reaching the sky, Whispering wisdom as time goes by. Figures stand still, in eternal dance, Capturing whispers of life’s expanse.
Every curve tells a silent song, Of struggles faced, where artists belong. In the hush, her vision finds its way, A story of silence, night and day.
Through whispers of silence, the sculpture speaks, Of quiet strength that seldom leaks. In the masterpiece where shadows blend, The sound of silence finds its end.
