In the hall where silence breathes,
Echoes of a violin’s gentle weaves,
Each note a whisper, a story untold,
A dance of time, both new and old.
The piano keys, a river in flow,
Cascading dreams in moonlit glow,
Harmonies rise, like stars at night,
Painting the darkness with soft delight.
A cello’s voice, deep as the sea,
Resonates with ancient mystery,
Its song a bridge to forgotten lands,
Where music lives in golden sands.
Flutes like birds in morning light,
Weaving through the air in flight,
A symphony of timeless grace,
A melody that time cannot erase.