In the quiet of the night, a gentle tune unfolds,Strings of a guitar whisper secrets untold.The moonlight dances on the piano keys,As the wind hums softly through the trees.Every note a story, every chord a dream,The melodies weave through time like a stream.Drums echo the heartbeat of the earth,Singing songs of joy, of sorrow, of birth.The violin cries with a soulful embrace,Its voice a reflection of the human race.Bringing together hearts from afar,Guided by the light of the evening star.In this symphony of life, we find our place,Lost in the rhythm, in love’s gentle grace.Music, the language of the heart’s own voice,In its harmony, we rejoice.