In halls adorned with echoes of the past,
Where melodies of olden times do last,
The strings and keys in harmony converse,
A timeless dance, a symphony’s verse.

Beneath the gilded ceilings’ grand embrace,
The notes like gentle whispers find their place,
A tapestry of sound, both bold and light,
Illuminating shadows of the night.

The maestros of the era guide with grace,
Their passion woven through each bold embrace,
In every chord, a story softly told,
A legacy of beauty to behold.

As echoes fade into the silent air,
The spirit of the classical laid bare,
A journey through the ages, rich and deep,
Where dreams of music’s past forever sleep.