In the quiet halls where echoes softly tread,
The violins weep tales of ancient lore,
Each note a passage, a whisper in the head,
Unveiling secrets from times of yore.

The piano’s keys, like raindrops gently fall,
Crafting dreams within the silent night,
A melody that binds, that gathers all,
Into a dance beneath the moonlight’s sight.

The cello’s voice, a deep and tender call,
Resonates through shadows, warm and wide,
A river’s flow, where thoughts and feelings sprawl,
Carving paths where hidden hopes abide.

Together they weave a tapestry of sound,
A timeless realm where souls find their place,
In classical music’s embrace we’re bound,
To wander freely in its vast, eternal space.