where shadows dance,
In the quiet heart of twilight's trance,
Whispers weave from the stars above,
A tender sigh, the breath of love.
Frosted overture, a chill in the air,
As the world dons its silver hair,
Nature rests in a crystalline embrace,
While the moon casts dreams upon each face.
Crimson nocturne, painted skies ignite,
With brushstrokes bold in the deep of night,
Passions swell in the heart's concealed,
As night unfolds what day had sealed.
Shimmered fugue, let melodies take flight,
Notes cascading like waves in the night,
Each harmony mirrors the soul’s gentle plea,
In a symphony crafted by two, you and me.
Echoed grace drifts on the trembling breeze,
Time stands still, our fears at ease,
In the silence, every heartbeat sways,
Beneath the stars, lost in the haze.
So let us linger in this serene embrace,
Where moments entwine, and shadows grace,
With every note, our spirits contend,
In this silent prelude, together we blend.
As the final curtain draws near, we find,
Our melody woven, forever enshrined.
In the stillness, love’s promise we trace,
And in this hush, we've found our place.
Classical
Silent Prelude, Frosted Overture, Crimson Nocturne, Shimmered Fugue, Echoed Grace