Beneath the stars, in twilight's glow,  A river of dreams begins to flow.  Each ripple speaks, each current hums,  The canvas waits, both blank and wide,  For colors born from deep inside.  Brushstrokes bold, and lines that weave,  A tale of all I dare believe.   In music’s chords, in poetry’s rhyme,  I find the essence of borrowed time.  Every note, a heartbeat’s plea,  Every word, a piece of me.   Through service given, through love displayed,  A brighter world begins to be made.  For every hand that lifts another,  Transforms a stranger into a brother.   So let me dream, and let me soar,  Beyond the limits, through every door.  For art and kindness light the way,  To build a brighter world each day.