In halls where marble statues stand
And echoes of the past reside,
The whispers of a grander age
In timeless beauty, they confide.

The symphony of strings and keys,
Composers’ dreams that never fade,
Their melodies enchant the air,
In every note, a tale conveyed.

Through arches high and columns grand,
The artistry of ancient hands,
A dance of shadows, light, and stone,
A legacy of vast expanse.

In every line and every curve,
The essence of an era’s grace,
Forever etched in history’s page,
The Classical Era’s warm embrace.