In the quiet of the night, a melody arises,
Whispers of strings, a harmony surprises.
Notes dance in the air, a ballet unseen,
Painting emotions in shades serene.

The piano’s touch, soft and tender,
Each key a story, a memory to render.
Drums echo the heartbeat, steady and true,
Binding the rhythm, the old and the new.

The violin weeps, a sorrowful plea,
While the flute sings of joy, wild and free.
Together they blend, a chorus of souls,
Uniting the fragments, making us whole.

As the music fades, a lingering sigh,
Echoes of beauty, a tear in the eye.
In every note, a world to explore,
Music, the language, forever we adore.