In the stillness of a moonlit room,
Where shadows dance and echoes loom,
A piano waits, its keys unplayed,
For fingers to weave the serenade.

Each note a whisper, soft and clear,
A melody that draws you near,
To worlds unseen, where dreams reside,
Within the heart, where secrets hide.

The ivory whispers tales of old,
Of love, of loss, of stories told,
A journey through the realms of time,
In every chord, a silent rhyme.

So let your fingers gently glide,
Across the keys where shadows bide,
And in the music, find your way,
To where the heart and soul can play.