In the twilight of years, where wisdom blooms, 
Lies a canvas unmarked by the rush of youth. 
Brushes dipped in the colors of time, 
Each stroke a story, each line a truth.

Hands weathered but steady, eyes sharp with grace, 
They paint with the patience of seasoned days. 
For age is the palette, a spectrum of hues, 
Where every shade speaks of paths they’ve paved.

In the gallery of life, their art takes its place, 
A testament to journeys, to challenges faced. 
No longer unseen, their brilliance now bright, 
Grey Matter shines in the softest of light.

Here, in this space, creativity reigns, 
Free from the bounds of fleeting acclaim. 
For in every piece, a lifetime is drawn, 
Grey Matter, where art and wisdom belong.