In a hall of whispers and echoes bright,
Where strings and winds unite in flight,
A symphony of timeless melodies,
Unveils the heart’s deep reveries.

The maestro’s wand moves with grace,
Each note, each pause, a sacred space,
Violins weep and flutes rejoice,
Together they form one celestial voice.

Beneath the gentle moonlight’s gleam,
The piano’s keys play out a dream,
With every touch, a story told,
In music’s arms, the soul does fold.

And as the final chords ascend,
A silent prayer, a lover’s mend,
Classical rhythms, eternal and pure,
In their embrace, we find our cure.