In the quiet of the night, melodies arise,
Soft whispers of the wind, a lullaby so wise.
Strings of the heart, they gently entwine,
Crafting dreams in a harmonic line.

A piano’s touch, tender and bold,
Tells stories of love, of hearts uncontrolled.
Notes cascading like a waterfall’s flow,
Embracing souls, in music’s glow.

Drums beat the rhythm of life’s steady march,
Pulsing through veins, under the starlit arch.
Each stroke, a heartbeat, each pause, a sigh,
Music, our compass, as time drifts by.

Flutes whisper secrets of the dawn,
As violins sing of a love reborn.
In the symphony of life, we find our place,
Lost in the embrace of music’s grace.