In halls where shadows softly dance,
The notes of yore begin their trance.
A violin’s melancholic plea,
Whispering secrets to the sea.

The cello’s deep, resonant sigh,
Echoes of a time gone by.
Each string a story, each key a tear,
Filling the night with melodies clear.

The piano’s chords, both sharp and sweet,
Guide weary hearts to rhythmic beat.
A timeless dance of black and white,
In moonlit rooms, they reunite.

Through symphonies that gently flow,
Classical music’s eternal glow.
A whisper from the past, so near,
Comforting souls with songs sincere.