In marbled halls where echoes sing,
The whispers of the past take wing.
A symphony of time’s embrace,
Dancing through the silent space.

Statues stand in poised grace,
Guardians of a bygone place.
Their gaze fixed upon the stars,
Holding secrets from afar.

Through corridors of light and shade,
The steps of history gently played.
A tapestry of tales unfolds,
In the quiet, their stories told.

As moonlight bathes the ancient stone,
The classical era stands alone.
In art and music, timeless and true,
The past and present rendezvous.