In the heart of urban weave,
Three structures, tightly knit,
Museum, archive, and studio's reprieve,
An architecture bold, in spirit lit.

Spanning over factory's hum,
Structural bands, they bridge and soar,
With piston elevators, art becomes,
Ascendant tales to explore.

Glass shafts ferry art and souls,
Through suspended realms they glide,
Gallery and restoration's roles,
In transparency, museum's pride.

Rituals revealed in motion's grace,
Exposing art's labor, devotion's trace,
A living space where change finds place,
Infill of art, a dynamic embrace.