In the silence, whispers play,
Notes like stars in twilight’s sway,
Chords that weave through time’s own loom,
Music’s breath in every room.

Strings that hum with ancient tales,
Harmonies that fill the sails,
Of ships that glide on oceans deep,
Melodies that never sleep.

Drums that echo heartbeats strong,
Voices blend in endless song,
Rhythms pulse through veins unseen,
In music’s arms, we dare to dream.

From dawn to dusk, a symphony,
Life’s grand opus, wild and free,
In every note, a story told,
Music’s magic, pure and bold.