Beneath the moon, the piano dreams, Of melodies that weave through night, Each key a voice, a whisper’s beam, In…
In the stillness of the night, a piano softly speaks, Its keys, like whispers, tell stories of old, Fingers dance…
In the stillness of the night, the piano whispers low, Each key a silent promise, a secret left to grow.…
In halls where echoes softly sing, The strings of violins gently ring, A melody that time can’t bind, A harmony…