Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
The piano’s keys begin to flow,
Whispering secrets of days gone by,
A melody that makes hearts sigh.

Each note a story, each chord a tale,
Of love, of loss, of ships that sail,
Through stormy seas and calm, clear nights,
The piano’s voice a guiding light.

Fingers dance on ivory keys,
Weaving dreams with gentle ease,
A symphony of hope and grace,
In every touch, a warm embrace.

The music fades as dawn appears,
Yet in our hearts, it lingers near,
The piano’s whispered secrets stay,
Forever with us, come what may.