In the quiet of the night, a melody unfolds,
A symphony of whispers, a story gently told.
Notes that dance on air, like leaves in autumn’s breeze,
Painting dreams upon the canvas of the trees.

A violin’s sweet sorrow, a piano’s tender grace,
Each chord a memory, each sound a warm embrace.
The rhythm of the rain, a heartbeat in the dark,
Echoes of a time when love had left its mark.

The cello’s deep lament, the flute’s soft sigh,
Together weave a tapestry beneath the moonlit sky.
In every rise and fall, a story comes to light,
A ballad of the soul, sung through the night.

As dawn begins to break, the final note’s release,
The music fades away, leaving a gentle peace.
In the silence that remains, a harmony so pure,
A symphony of the heart, forever to endure.