In the silence that precedes the dawn,
A gentle melody begins to weave,
Notes like whispers on a soft breeze drawn,
Waking dreams that in the night we leave.
Strings that hum with the heart’s own beat,
Piano keys like raindrops on the sea,
Each chord a story, bittersweet,
A tapestry of sound, wild and free.
Drums like thunder in a distant land,
Brass that calls the sun to rise and shine,
A symphony led by a gentle hand,
Guiding souls through passages of time.
In musicâs embrace we find our place,
A universal language, pure and true,
Through every note, a warm embrace,
Connecting hearts, old and new.