In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
A symphony begins its eternal dance,
Notes flutter like whispers through time and space,
Painting dreams in a melodic trance.

Violins weep their sorrowful tales,
While cellos hum with a deep, rich sigh,
The piano’s keys tell of love that prevails,
In the realm where echoes of harmony fly.

The maestro’s baton, a wand of command,
Guides the orchestra with a tender care,
Each note a brushstroke by a master’s hand,
Crafting a tapestry of sound in the air.

As the final chord fades into the night,
Silence wraps its arms around the stage,
Leaving behind a memory of light,
In the heart’s concert hall, where dreams engage.