Tefaf Maastricht Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Amidst the halls where treasures gleam,
a world of art, a collector's dream.
Through gilded frames and sculptures rare,
echoes of history fill the air

Brushstrokes whisper tales untold,
of masters' hands and visions bold.
Jewels that shimmer, porcelain fine,
timeless wonders, line by line.

From Rembrandt's gaze to Ming's embrace,
the past and present share their space.
A feast for eyes, for hearts, for mind,
a sanctuary for those inclined.

At Maastricht's core, where culture thrives,
Tefaf's magic comes alive.
A fleeting moment, yet so grand,
art's embrace, a guiding hand.