In the quiet hall where echoes dwell,
A symphony of whispers, a timeless spell.
Violins weep with gentle grace,
Touching hearts in a tender embrace.

The piano’s keys, a dance of light,
In moonlit sonatas through the night.
Each note a story, rich and deep,
Stirring the soul from its silent sleep.

Cellos sing with a velvet tone,
Binding dreams in their gentle drone.
Melodies weave through time and space,
Painting worlds with a tender trace.

Oboes whisper secrets of the past,
In winds that carry, eternal and vast.
Classical music, a timeless art,
Forever echoing in the heart.