The Art of Breaking Silence

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.