In the stillness of the night, the piano whispers low,
Each key a silent promise, a secret left to grow.
Notes cascade like moonlight, gentle on the soul,
Weaving dreams and memories, making broken hearts whole.

Fingers dance on ivory, a melody takes flight,
Echoes of forgotten tales, in the quiet night.
Shadows play across the room, as music softly weaves,
A tapestry of longing, in the heart that never leaves.

The piano sings of love, of sorrow and delight,
Its voice a sweet companion, through the endless night.
Each chord a whispered secret, each pause a breath of air,
Binding hearts together, in a melody so rare.

As dawn begins to break, the final notes do fade,
Leaving whispers of a dream, in the morning shade.
The piano rests in silence, its song a gentle trace,
Of midnight’s tender kiss, and the night’s embrace.