In the hush of night, a whisper calls,
A gentle breeze that sways and falls.
Notes of silver, threads of gold,
In music’s arms, our souls unfold.

A violin sighs beneath the moon,
Its mournful tune, a lover’s swoon.
Piano keys like raindrops play,
Echoing the dawn of a brand new day.

The drumbeat’s heart, steady and strong,
Guides the rhythm of life along.
A flute’s soft trill, like a bird in flight,
Carries dreams through the silent night.

In every chord, a world awakes,
Where harmony and hope partake.
Music, the language of the heart,
A timeless art, where we never part.