In the quiet whispers of the night,
Music paints the sky with its gentle light.
A dance of notes upon the breeze,
Echoing through the rustling trees.

Each chord a heartbeat, strong and true,
A rhythm of dreams that we pursue.
Strings like streams, flowing free,
Binding souls in harmony.

The piano’s keys, a pathway clear,
Leading to memories we hold dear.
Drums like thunder, bold and bright,
Marking time in the endless night.

In every tune, a story we find,
A canvas of emotions intertwined.
Music, the language of the heart,
A masterpiece that will never depart.