In the grand hall where shadows dance,
A symphony begins its ancient trance.
Strings weave tales of love and lore,
Piano keys open time’s secret door.

The violins sing of moons long past,
In melodies that forever last.
Harmonies rise like morning mist,
Each note a lover’s gentle kiss.

Brass echoes through the hallowed halls,
A trumpet’s call, a clarion’s fall.
Woodwinds whisper secrets untold,
In their breath, the world unfolds.

As the final chord begins to fade,
In silence, memories softly wade.
The music lingers in hearts, a flame,
A timeless dance, forever the same.