In the heart of a grand cathedral hall,
Where silence meets the strings’ soft call,
Notes of history gently unfurl,
In a symphony that transcends the world.

Violins weep in sorrowed delight,
While cellos hum in the velvet night,
Each chord a whisper, a tale untold,
Of love and loss, of warmth and cold.

The piano’s keys dance light and free,
Crafting dreams in a minor key,
Harpsichord’s whispers, old and wise,
Painting memories in the skies.

As the maestro’s baton rises high,
The music soars, the spirits fly,
In this realm where time stands still,
Classical notes the soul does fill.