In the embrace of strings and keys, we find
A world where time dissolves, and notes unwind.
The cadence whispers tales of ancient grace,
Each bar a journey to a sacred place.
Obscured by shadows, melodies arise,
In every movement, a new sunrise.
The violin’s cry, the piano’s gentle plea,
Together crafting moments, wild and free.
Beneath the baton, a symphony blooms,
In gilded halls, the music softly looms.
Echoes of Bach and Beethoven’s might,
Through centuries, their spirits take flight.
Classical strains that weave through time and space,
Uniting hearts, transcending every race.
A harmony that speaks in tongues of old,
In every note, pure elegance unfolds.