In the quiet dawn, the notes begin to play,
A gentle whisper in the morning light,
Each melody a thread, weaving night to day,
Music’s embrace, a comforting delight.

The strings of time strum softly in the breeze,
Echoing dreams that linger in the soul,
With every chord, the heart finds its ease,
A symphony that makes the spirit whole.

Rhythms pulse like a heartbeat’s tender pace,
Guiding footsteps on paths yet to be known,
In every measure, we find our place,
A dance of life, in harmony we’ve grown.

The final notes drift gently through the air,
A whisper of hope in the silence found,
Music’s gift, forever ours to share,
In its embrace, eternal joy is bound.