In the quiet hall where shadows play,
The orchestra breathes life anew,
Violins whisper secrets of the day,
In melodies both bold and true.

A piano’s gentle caress begins,
Notes like raindrops softly fall,
Weaving dreams with violas’ spins,
Echoing through the hallowed hall.

The cello’s voice, deep and warm,
Tells tales of ancient lore,
Guiding us through the storm,
To where the heart can soar.

And as the final chord resounds,
Silence holds its sacred space,
In music’s embrace, we’re unbound,
Lost in its timeless grace.