In the stillness, soft and bright,
Where shadows weave through fleeting light,
Echoes whisper of days gone by,
In the grace of the evening sky.
With every heartbeat, a story grows,
In the silence, the beauty flows,
Crescendo rising, a symphony,
A requiem of what’s yet to be.
Hold my hand, as we wander far,
‘Neath the gaze of the evening star,
Through the valleys where sorrows sigh,
We’ll dance with dreams that never die.
The night enfolds our gentle prayer,
In the twilight, a moment rare,
Grace bestowed in the hush of time,
A melody of the heart’s prime.
In the twilight, soft and pure,
Love endures, and we are sure,
Where echoes linger, shadows fade,
In eternity, we are unafraid.
Let the world drift away,
As we find our own ballet,
With the moonlight as our guide,
In this moment, let love abide.
Through every sorrow, every grace,
In the crescendo, we find our place,
A requiem for hearts entwined,
In the echoes, our love defined.
As the last note softly falls,
In eternal harmony, it calls,
We’ll carry forth this blessed tune,
Into forever, beneath the moon.
Classical
Prelude, Echoes, Grace, Shadows, Crescendo, Requiem, Eternity