In the quiet whispers of the night,
Music weaves its unseen thread,
A gentle touch, a soft embrace,
In melodies where dreams are fed.

Notes flutter like wings in flight,
Echoes riding on the breeze,
A symphony of stars alight,
In every chord, a heart’s release.

The silence holds its own refrain,
A canvas for each note to paint,
In the stillness, a sweet refrain,
Where every echo finds its saint.

Underneath the moonlit glow,
The world becomes a gentle sound,
In the silence, music grows,
In every heartbeat, it is found.