In the quiet dawn, where shadows play,
A melody whispers, inviting the day.
Notes dance softly, like leaves in the breeze,
Weaving through time, with effortless ease.

Each chord a heartbeat, steady and true,
A rhythm of life, in shades of blue.
The violin’s cry and the piano’s sigh,
Speak of love lost, and dreams that fly.

Harmonies blend, in a tender embrace,
Echoes of memories, time cannot erase.
The flute’s gentle trill, the drum’s strong beat,
Carry us forward, on paths we meet.

In music’s realm, we find our soul,
A refuge, a haven, making us whole.
With every note, our spirits rise,
To the symphony of life, under endless skies.