In halls where whispers softly fade,
The echoes of a time so grand,
Melodies of yesteryears played,
By masters with a gifted hand.

Through symphonies of pure delight,
The strings and keys in harmony,
Bringing forth the starry night,
In timeless, graceful symphony.

The grace of movement, art in flight,
Through ballets on the stage displayed,
Each note, a spark in twilight’s light,
In every step, perfection laid.

O gilded age of grand design,
Your legacy in hearts remain,
The classical, forever fine,
A gilded past that shall sustain.