A canvas pure, untouched by brush or stain,
Blank as dawn's canvas before the light,
Potential dormant, waiting for the right
Artist's hand to craft a world's refrain.
The virgin white, a space to entertain
Imagination's dance, colors taking flight,
A masterpiece in shadows and in bright,
A story told through every stroke's domain.
Silent whispers hidden in each hue,
A symphony of shades, emotions spun,
On this blank canvas, life anew.
From nothingness, creation is begun,
A sonnet written in the artist's view,
A tale untold until the work is done.
