The distant call..

A picture on the wall
In the empty hall
Meets the eyeball,
Makes me stall
And towards it crawl.
Figures scrawled,
Details small,
Senses it does enthrall!
Colours loud and gall
All over sprawl
Like a colorful parasol..
I stand tall
Listen to its squall..
I feel appall
As it upon me does thrall!
Away from it I stroll
Still my attention does brawl
Towards its subtle mistral
As though it does recall
Of a special night fall
Piercing painfully like an awl..
I walk away escaping it's trawl
As I keep hearing its distant call!