In the quiet halls where echoes dance,
The violin weeps its gentle trance.
Notes of time in sweet embrace,
Fill the air, a sacred space.
Piano keys in tender flight,
Crafting stories through the night.
A melody of dreams untold,
In every chord, a world unfolds.
The cello hums with deep allure,
A voice of wisdom, strong and pure.
Strings that sing of love and loss,
In every bow, the heart’s emboss.
The conductor’s hands, a guiding star,
Lead the orchestra from afar.
Together they weave the ancient tale,
In classical music, hearts set sail.