In the gentle hum of the violin’s embrace,
A melody dances through the night,
Fingers glide on strings with grace,
Crafting dreams in the soft moonlight.

The piano’s keys, a timeless tale,
Underneath the hands of fate,
Echoes of stories, old and frail,
Finding voice in the resonate.

The flute’s whisper, a breeze anew,
Carving paths through silent air,
Notes that rise like morning dew,
Painting skies and lifting care.

Drums that thunder, hearts they sway,
Beating rhythms bold and true,
In their pulse, the world at play,
A symphony of souls in view.