In the realm where notes collide,
A symphony of dreams arise,
Melodies soft, like whispers glide,
Through the silence of twilight skies.

The rhythm’s pulse, a heartbeat true,
Drums echoing in the heart’s core,
Each beat a story old and new,
As music opens every door.

Strings of violins gently weep,
Their tears a river of pure gold,
In every chord, emotions seep,
A timeless tale forever told.

And in the dance of harmonies,
We find a solace, pure and deep,
For music holds the keys to peace,
A lullaby for souls to keep.