In the hush of night, a melody takes flight,
Notes like fireflies, glowing in the twilight,
Strings and keys, in harmony they play,
Whispers of history in each gentle sway.

A violin’s cry, a piano’s tender touch,
Echoes through the ages, a language we clutch,
From Bach to Beethoven, their spirits arise,
In the concert halls, under moonlit skies.

Crescendos build, then softly they recede,
A dance of emotions, a story we read,
The maestro’s baton, guiding the flow,
As we lose ourselves in the ebb and glow.

Classical music, timeless and pure,
A symphony of souls, forever to endure,
Through centuries past and futures to come,
In every note played, our hearts become one.