In quiet reverence, the evening falls,
Where echoes linger, and the twilight calls,
With soaring violins that weave through the air,
Their whispers dance lightly, a delicate prayer.
Haunting piano, with fingers that glide,
Paints shadows of dreams, where secrets abide,
Regal tones rising, a chorus so grand,
In this sacred moment, together we stand.
A celestial march, through the starlit expanse,
Each note an eternity, each pause a chance,
With elegant rhythm that pulses like light,
We step into shadows, embracing the night.
Noble sweep of the melody, rich and refined,
Carving the silence, entwining the mind,
As the heavens awaken, we find our release,
In harmony's cradle, we whisper of peace.
So let the music, like tendrils of grace,
Wrap round our hearts in this timeless embrace,
For in every heartbeat, the symphony swells,
And the soul finds its home in the stories it tells.
With every crescendo, we reach for the skies,
In the stillness of night, where our spirit flies,
Together in silence, our spirits entwine,
In the quiet reverence, the world is divine.
As the final note lingers, serene and profound,
We carry this moment, forever unbound.
In the hush of the dusk, our hearts softly sigh,
For within this celestial, we learn how to fly.
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