I'll paint where the silent muse holds
For in my hands, her smile's foretold
Now leave my art to speak
I'll shape her secrets, brush so bold
I'll paint where the silent muse holds
For in this frame, she'll never grow old
On canvas white, her gaze unfolds
Through whispered lines, her story's told
In colors deep, she comes alive
Her enigmatic airs survive
The loudest strokes, reveal her soul
In that moment, Davinci stole
Veiled in layers, divinity's trace
A mystery sealed in her quiet grace
A subtle smile, divinely cast
In every line, the centuries past
[Chorus]
Mona, in her silent thought
In the oil and the ochre brought
