By: Kevina Smith

The marble halls hum with a vibrant heat,

Where classic grace and modern pulses meet.

A sea of dreamers, brushes held in hand,

Transform the space—a creative wonderland.

Between the frames where silent masters stare,

The rhythm climbs and fills the evening air.

We dance in shadows, spinning through the light,

To claim the magic of a Gallery Night.

From whispered thoughts on canvases of old,

To bold perspectives, stories yet untold,

We bridge the gap with every shared glance,

Lost in the art, the music, and the dance.

Gallery Night left me in a trance.