In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where melodies play and hearts unite,
Music weaves its gentle thread,
Binding souls with words unsaid.
Through the pulses of each beat,
Emotions stir, and spirits meet,
Harmonies of joy and sorrow blend,
In a dance that knows no end.
Strings of violins softly strum,
Echoing dreams of whatâs to come,
A cadence that enchants the mind,
Leaving worldly cares behind.
In every note, a story lies,
A symphony beneath the skies,
Music, the language of the heart,
Unites us all, though miles apart.