Rosemary's Song - Original Artwork

Gallery Note

It was a stillness so complete it seemed staged—yet nature, when it chooses, can be eerily theatrical. The stalks swayed gently, though there was no wind, and the insects lingered in their precise positions as if listening for something. Rosemary’s Song, they called it, though no one had ever truly heard the melody—only the hush that followed. A swallowtail rested like punctuation at the edge of a sentence, a dragonfly hung suspended in thought, and a cricket crept into view as if late to a gathering already in progress. It felt less like a garden and more like a gathering of witness- es. To what, exactly, no one could say. Not yet.

Artist Inspiration

The swallowtail, in cloaked repose, Rests like a secret no one knows.
Its wings—a tale, its stillness—proof That nature speaks beneath the roof.

They say the tune is never heard,
But felt within, without a word.
A song that only silence brings, When time forgets to move its wings.

So linger here, and breathe in long— You just might hear Rosemary’s Song.

Size 5.5 x 8.5
Weight 2oz.
Medium Watercolor & Gouache Stretched Water Color Paper

by Paul Reeb Artist