Borduas’ Visual Music – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the brushstrokes of Borduas’ art

A symphony of colours do impart

A visual music, wild and free

A dance of light and harmony

His canvases pulse with rhythm and beat

Notes of red, blue, and yellow meet

In harmony, they blend and sway

A melody that takes my breath away

Each stroke, a note in the score

A composition that I can’t ignore

The music sings from every line

A song that’s woven through time

Borduas’ art is a masterpiece

A visual symphony that will not cease

It sings to me with every hue

A melody that’s pure and true

So let the music of his art

Speak to your soul, and touch your heart

For in each stroke, a world unfolds

A visual music that never grows old.