Beneath the moon, the piano dreams,
Of melodies that weave through night,
Each key a voice, a whisper’s beam,
In shadows soft, in gentle light.

Ivory and ebony, a dance so pure,
Fingers glide in rhythmic trance,
Echoes linger, whispers endure,
In this timeless, silent romance.

Notes cascade like autumn leaves,
Falling softly, one by one,
A symphony that heart believes,
Till the rising of the sun.

In every chord, a tale unfolds,
Of joy, of sorrow, of endless seas,
The piano’s song forever holds,
A world within, a life of keys.