In the quiet of the evening, notes softly dance,
Keys pressed gently, in a timeless romance.
Shadows of the past linger, as echoes remain,
Each chord a whisper, in a soft refrain.

The wood sings stories of fingers long gone,
Melodies of joy, sorrow, dusk, and dawn.
Harmonies flow like rivers through the soul,
Filling the emptiness, making us whole.

Beneath the moon’s gaze, the piano sighs,
Telling tales of dreams and silent goodbyes.
In its embrace, we find solace and grace,
A sanctuary where time leaves no trace.

As the last note fades into the night,
The heart finds peace, and the spirit takes flight.
The piano sleeps, waiting for the morn,
To wake once more, and a new song born.