In the gentle hum of strings, time finds its grace,Notes weave stories in the air, a timeless chase,Melodies of old echo in the halls of night,Where shadows dance in the soft candlelight.Each chord a whisper from the past, a tale untold,Resonating through the ages, bold and old,The maestro’s hand guides the symphony’s flight,In every rise and fall, a new world ignites.Winds carry secrets of a forgotten lore,In the swell of crescendos, the heart longs for more,The piano’s keys a path to dreams uncharted,In the silence between, where all is started.Harps and violins weave a timeless embrace,In the echoes of the past, we find our place,Classical notes, a bridge to the divine,In their eternal dance, our souls entwine.