In the quiet of a moonlit room,
The piano whispers ancient tales,
Each note a star in the velvet gloom,
Each chord a breeze that softly sails.
Fingers dance on polished keys,
Crafting dreams from sound and air,
The melody flows with gentle ease,
A symphony beyond compare.
Echoes linger in the heartâs embrace,
As harmonies weave their tender spell,
In every pause, in every space,
A silent story begins to dwell.
The piano sings of joy and sorrow,
Of fleeting moments and endless time,
A bridge between today and tomorrow,
In every note, a world sublime.