When the night whispers soft serenades,
Beneath the moonlight’s gentle embrace,
Music flows like a river of dreams,
Crafting stories in a silent space.

Each note a star in a velvet sky,
Guiding hearts through shadows deep,
With every chord, a soul takes flight,
Finding solace where angels weep.

The piano’s sigh, a lover’s touch,
Violin’s cry, the voice of pain,
Together they weave a tapestry,
Of love, of loss, of sweet refrain.

In the symphony of the midnight hour,
We find ourselves in melodies old,
In the harmony’s tender power,
Our stories of life are gently told.