In the rhythm of the morning breeze,
A melody whispers through the trees,
Each note a story, each chord a dream,
In the grand concerto of life’s stream.

The piano keys of rain softly play,
A lullaby to end a weary day,
Strings of the heart, they gently strum,
To the beat of life’s eternal drum.

In the silence of the night, a tune,
A harmony beneath the silver moon,
Notes of love and loss, joy and fear,
Compose the ballad we hold dear.

Through crescendos and gentle rests,
Music guides us on our quests,
In every heartbeat, every sigh,
The symphony of life, our lullaby.