A world of two dimensions
A room of still and flat
Emotions smeared in every hue
Restricted to a mat
Memories are frozen
Their meanings cracked and dry
Too constrained to move you
Too cold to catch your eye
And then, a single canvas
Shivers in its frame
It pulses blue and violet
And doesn't have a name
All its captured energy
Excited by your gaze
Bursts forth and blooms
And fills the room
Its strokes, once flat, a maze
Once distant and muted
Its voice now seems to call
Its story, once translucent
Casts dark shadows on the wall
Once dull and catatonic
Now bristling with freewill
As colors flutter, full of life
It's your turn to stand still