Hallowed Chroma

[Verse 1]
This quiet Tuesday holds its breath, just for us,
A silent hum, a Rothko's ancient trust.
The guard's soft footsteps, a rhythm in the hush,
While color bleeds like sap from an old tree's crush,
A verdant sigh caught in the fading light.

[Chorus]
Here in the heart of the canvas deep,
A rooted memory, secrets to keep.
Each layered hue, a forest's slow release,
A dappled truth, bringing fierce, raw peace.

[Verse 2]
No busy whispers, no jostling for space,
Just shifting shadows on this hallowed face.
My spirit seeks the undergrowth of paint,
Where ancient lullabies feel less constrained,
A hidden root beneath the polished floor.

[Bridge]
This vast expanse, a forest in the mind,
Where humid greens and windswept blues entwine.
I trace the bark of sorrow, joy's bright vein,
And feel a pulse that breaks the silent pane,
A raw energy from the earth's deep core.

[Outro]
Just me and its quiet, primal call,
Before the world descends and claims us all.