In the quiet whisper of the strings,
Melodies dance like gentle streams.
The violin weeps its tender notes,
While the cello’s voice in darkness floats.
The flute sings with a silver tongue,
A breeze of sound, forever young.
Notes entwined in a gentle embrace,
Creating a symphony of grace.
The piano’s keys, a path to dreams,
Where echoes find their vibrant themes.
Each chord a step on a timeless trail,
A journey where the heart sets sail.
Drums beat like a heart’s own call,
Rhythms rise and gently fall.
Instruments join in a grand parade,
A celebration of music’s serenade.