In the heart of silence, where whispers dare not tread,
Instruments awaken, painting colors where words have fled.
Strings of the violin, tender and true,
Sing melodies of love, in a world anew.
The piano keys, black and white, dance in delight,
Telling tales of joy, sorrow, and light.
Each note a brushstroke, on the canvas of air,
Creating harmonies, beyond compare.
The fluteâs gentle breath, like a birdâs soft song,
Weaves through the air, delicate and strong.
Carrying dreams on its silvery wings,
A timeless story that forever sings.
Drums beat with the heartâs primal call,
Echoing rhythms, that unite us all.
Together they play, a symphony so grand,
Binding souls with music, hand in hand.