In the quiet hall where echoes dwell,The strings of time begin to swell.A gentle bow across the night,Guides the stars with soft delight.

Each note a river, flowing free,Dances through eternity.From ivory keys, the whispers rise,Painting dreams in moonlit skies.

A harp’s caress, a violin’s sigh,Lift the soul to realms on high.As shadows waltz in candle’s glow,The heart recalls what it once did know.

In harmony, the past resides,Where every chord in silence hides.A symphony of love and grace,In classical music’s warm embrace.