In the quiet of the night, the piano softly plays,
Each note a whisper, a dream in gentle sway.
The strings of the violin sing a haunting tune,
As shadows dance beneath the silver moon.

The flute’s sweet song rises with the dawn,
A bird in flight, as day begins to yawn.
The drum’s deep voice calls the heart to beat,
A rhythm strong, steady and replete.

The guitar strums tales of love and pain,
Its chords weaving through the sun and rain.
The trumpet’s bold cry pierces the sky,
A call to arms, a battle far and nigh.

Together they form a symphony grand,
A chorus of life, hand in hand.
Each instrument a voice, unique and true,
In the grand orchestra of me and you.