In the hall where echoes dance,
A symphony of time takes its stance.
Strings whisper secrets of the past,
Notes of elegance, forever to last.

Violins sing with a gentle grace,
In melodies that time cannot erase.
The piano’s keys, a delicate touch,
Speak of longing, of dreams as such.

Winds carry tales of distant lands,
Where harmony joins with tender hands.
A flute’s soft call, a clarinet’s sigh,
Weaving stories beneath the sky.

The conductor guides with a knowing heart,
Each note a thread, each pause an art.
In this realm where music reigns,
Classical beauty flows through our veins.