In the silence of the night, a melody soars high,
Notes that dance with stars, beneath the velvet sky,
A rhythm that awakens dreams, in hearts that lie asleep,
Music, the unseen thread, through which our spirits leap.

Each strum of the guitar, a tale of joy and sorrow,
Echoes of the past, and promises of tomorrow,
The piano’s gentle keys, like whispers of the breeze,
Unfolding stories untold, with each press and release.

The violin’s cry, a lament of lost times,
Weaving through the air, with its haunting chimes,
Drums that beat like thunder, calling out in might,
Guiding us through darkness, into the morning light.

In every genre, in every tune, a universe is born,
A refuge for the weary, a balm for the forlorn,
Music, the eternal symphony, that binds us all in song,
Through its endless cadence, we find where we belong.