I walk through light, the canvas speaks
Lines unravel, the silence leaks
Through painted moments, I begin
To feel a world beneath my skin
Each shape a voice, each color sings
Unlocking visions, endless rings
Familiar shadows, distant glow
In every frame, the stories flow
I journey deep where time stands still
The art breathes life, bends to my will
I touch the echoes, lost and found
In every brushstroke, worlds are bound
I paid in rhythm, I paid in light
For all the art that blurs the sight
A hidden thread, a secret sound
Through Nikka's work, I am unbound
In every stroke, in every sign
I find a piece that was always mine
The gallery whispers, colors bloom
I wander through a painted room
I feel her hand, her pulse, her grace
In every tone, in every space
Echoes linger, they twist, they breathe
In shadows cast, I find reprieve
I know this place, it feels like home
A world alive in every tone
Through shifting shapes, I catch a glance
Of moments lost in timeless dance
A secret rhythm, soft but strong
In every shade, I hear her song
I paid in rhythm, I paid in light
For all the art that blurs the sight
A hidden thread, a secret sound
Through Nikka's work, I am unbound.
In every stroke, in every sign
I find a piece that was always mine
The light dissolves, the edges blur
Yet I remain, drawn close to her
Through every vision, I still roam
In every mark, I find my home
Colors hum like distant strings
A quiet dance, a pulse that sings
I've seen her work through endless time
In every stroke, the truth is mine
I paid in whispers, I paid in sound
In every frame, my soul is found
Through Nikka's craft, I've come to see
Her art, my life, forever free