Opera 1.
Opera 1.
In shadows draped, she roams the halls,
A phantom veiled in mystery's thralls.
Whispers weave through the opera's lore,
A haunting tale from days of yore.
Beneath the mask, a heart does beat,
With longing, sorrow, and secrets deep.
Her presence casts a spectral hue,
In echoes old, a timeless view.
Upon the canvas, her visage glows,
A portrait of longing, in darkness it shows.
Notes of passion, a melody's grace,
Captured in strokes, her hidden face.
The Phantom's tale, a timeless art,
Painted with love, from a distant heart.
In every stroke, her spirit's dance,
A masterpiece born of romance's trance.
So let the colors sing and soar,
In homage to the phantom's lore.
For in each brushstroke, her tale is told,
A painting of passion, timeless and bold.
Acrylics and inks on canvas
40 x 50 x 2 cm
In black wooden frame.