In the monochrome realm, he finds his peace,
Where shadows dance and worries cease.
With a single chair, he takes his stance,
In the grayscale symphony, his spirit will dance.

In the simplicity of black and white, he thrives,
In the silence of solitude, he survives.
With each brushstroke of solitude, he's free,
In his monochrome world, he finds his glee.