In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Notes whisper secrets to the waiting stars,
A symphony born in shadowed space,
Where dreams and rhythms intertwine from afar.

The cello’s voice, a tender lullaby,
Cradles the night in its warm, velvety song,
While violins weave tales that softly fly,
Guiding lost souls where they truly belong.

Piano keys like raindrops softly fall,
Creating ripples on the silent lake,
Each chord a promise, each note a call,
Awakening hearts that long to awake.

The nightingale joins in this midnight choir,
Her trills a beacon in the darkened sea,
Together they rise, a crescendo of fire,
Lighting the path to eternity.