In the quiet dawn, a melody starts to play,
An orchestra of dreams that guides my way.
Each note a whisper, a story untold,
In the rhythm of life, my heart unfolds.

The strings of passion, the drums of time,
Each beat a heartbeat, a perfect rhyme.
Through highs and lows, the music flows,
A river of sound where my spirit goes.

In moments of sorrow, in times of cheer,
The melodies linger, always near.
A symphony of comfort, a harmony of light,
Music is my refuge, my guiding sight.

With every chord, with every song,
I find the place where I belong.
For in the music, my soul is free,
A timeless dance, eternally.