In the quiet hush of evening’s glow,
A song begins to softly flow.
Through the trees, it weaves and winds,
A gentle dance of notes it finds.

Stars above, like silent guides,
Echo rhythms where dreams reside.
Harmony of night, tender and true,
Sings of love, past skies of blue.

The moon listens with a knowing heart,
To tales of longing, played in part.
Each chord a whisper, each lyric a sigh,
Carrying hopes on wings that fly.

As dawn breaks, the melody lingers,
A memory held in morning’s fingers.
The song fades with the rising sun,
Yet in the heart, its journey’s never done.