In the heart of silence, music finds a way,
Notes of passion, whisper through the day.
Each chord a journey, each tune a tale,
In melodies, we find where words may fail.

The strings of a guitar, a violin’s sweet cry,
They paint the stars across the evening sky.
Rhythm of the drums, heartbeat of the night,
In music’s embrace, everything feels right.

Through highs and lows, in minor and major keys,
It tells of love, of sorrow, of the seas.
Crescendo of joy, decrescendo of pain,
In every measure, life’s essence we attain.

So let the music play, let it fill the air,
In its symphony, find solace and care.
For in every note, a piece of life we see,
In the harmony, our souls are set free.