In the realm where hues dare not tread, ‘Just Before It Begins,’ whispers unsaid. A canvas stark, in contrast bold, Tales of the eve, in black and white, unfold.

Silhouettes dance in the absence of light, A prelude to dreams taking flight. The world paused, in quiet suspense, Awaiting the dawn’s soft recompense.

In this monochrome mystery, emotions spin, A story starts, just before it begins. An abstract thought, a vintage mind, In strokes of black and white, we find.

A moment captured, timeless, still, An artist’s touch, a poet’s quill. In the silence, a passion within, A masterpiece forms, just before it begins.  

Shades