In the heart of night, a whisper’s call,
Notes that rise and gently fall.
A piano’s touch, a violin’s caress,
Music’s warmth in the cold, a soft address.

Drums that echo through time’s embrace,
A rhythm that no one can replace.
The strings that weep, the brass that sings,
Each sound a story, each note a wing.

The winds that howl, the flutes that cry,
A symphony beneath the twilight sky.
Harmonies that blend and voices that soar,
Music’s magic opening every door.

A melody that dances through the air,
Composing dreams with tender care.
In every chord, a soul’s release,
In music’s arms, we find our peace.