Flock of Brushstrokes

Beneath the silence of the gallery,
calm, in front of the ancient still life.
The solitary figure cradles,
in the soft glow, the soul binds.

Brushstrokes capture ephemerality,
rich colors, vibrating tactile textures,
ripe fruit and flowers in a flock
as if breathing in the air.

A deep connection the canvas evokes,
transported to the painting, suspended time.
Details touch it like a light breeze,
melancholy that becomes immense.

Lost in rapture all feels small
and at the same time, deeply human.
Introspection and wonder on the scene.
The soul and the artist in a beautiful plot.