In the quiet of the night, a gentle sound awakes,
Fingers glide over keys, a melody it makes.
Whispers of the past echo through the hall,
As the piano sings softly, answering the call.

The notes, like raindrops, fall in graceful streams,
Each chord a story, a tapestry of dreams.
In the moonlight’s tender glow, shadows sway and play,
While the piano’s voice guides the night into day.

Memories of laughter and tears intertwine,
Each key a keeper of moments benign.
Harmony and chaos blend in perfect tune,
As the piano breathes life beneath the silver moon.

A symphony of silence fills the empty room,
Yet in each pause, a promise of bloom.
The piano’s heart beats with a timeless grace,
Its whispering keys a gentle embrace.