Born of Mother Poetry

In this painting, colors unfold like the invisible strings of a celestial instrument. Against the clear blue of a sky without beginning or end, arcs of red, gold, and pink soar like notes released into the air. One glimpses a lyre, yet also wings, as if music and flight were one and the same. The sweeping gesture pays homage to poets, dreamers, and lovers of words who still listen for the hidden harmony of the world. Here, poetry is not confined to books: it is breath, vibration, light. Each stroke becomes a stanza, each burst a rhyme, together composing a hymn to eternity. It is a call to all who, children of the lyre, resist barren silence and embrace wonder. Is it not in poetry that we find the key to our inner rebirths?