In the heart of melodies, where dreams reside,
Strings of violins whisper tales untold,
Keys of pianos, a dance of black and white,
Notes cascading, in harmonies bold.

The trumpet’s call, a golden blaze,
Echoes through the silent night,
Drums that thunder, in rhythmic praise,
Keeping the soul’s tempo just right.

The gentle flute, a breeze so light,
Playing tunes of ancient lore,
Harps that pluck at the strings of light,
Bringing peace to the world’s core.

In this orchestra, where magic’s spun,
Each instrument, a voice so true,
Together they weave, as one,
The symphony of life anew.