In stone-cold halls of ancient might,
Where echoes of the past ignite,
The medieval whispers softly sing,
Of knights and quests, of crowns and kings.

The Renaissance dawns with golden light,
A rebirth of thought, an endless flight,
With art and science intertwined,
New worlds of wonder humankind.

Baroque resounds with grand display,
Ornate and bold, in bright array,
A dance of shadows, light, and hue,
Where every note feels deep and true.

Through ages past, the echoes blend,
A timeless tale that knows no end,
In every era, a story spun,
We find our past, our future, one.