In the quiet room where shadows play,
A piano waits with tales to say.
Its keys, like whispers, soft and true,
Tell stories old, yet ever new.

Fingers dance on ivory dreams,
Echoes weave through silent streams.
Each note a tear, a laugh, a sigh,
Beneath the vast and starry sky.

The world outside may rage and roar,
But here within, the heart can soar.
Where music flows like gentle rain,
In every joy, in every pain.

As shadows lengthen, day grows dim,
The piano sings its evening hymn.
A melody of peace and grace,
In this quiet, sacred space.