In the hush of evening’s embrace,
A gentle sonata starts to play,
Notes that dance like silver lace,
Guiding night into day.

Strings of a violin softly weep,
Echoing tales of ancient lore,
While the cello’s murmur deep,
Unveils dreams untold before.

Flutes and clarinets entwine,
Breathing life to silent air,
A melody both sweet and divine,
Crafting moments rich and rare.

With each crescendo’s rise and fall,
Time stands still, a serene sea,
In the realm where music calls,
Boundless, pure, eternally free.