[Intro]
Frames hum softly, colors wake
[Verse]
Brushstrokes whisper, the past comes alive
Old masters breathe, the gallery thrives
Portraits blink softly, landscapes drift in light
[Chorus]
Art in motion, step inside the frame
From still to living, magic calls your name
Tradition waking, paintings alive tonight
[Bridge]
Turn the page, let the canvas sing
Where time and pigment find their wings
[Outro]
Keep watching, the art moves on
