In the still of night, the stars align,
A gentle glow, through shadows they twine.
Whispers dance, in the velvet air,
A choral hymn resounds, with silken care.
The moon, a beacon, casts silver streams,
Awakens the heart, ignites hidden dreams.
Prism melodies twinkle, soft and bright,
Guiding lost souls through the fabric of night.
A midnight flourish, sweeping the sky,
Where echoes of longing begin to fly.
In the hush, we find solace, intertwined,
As the cosmos transcends the bounds of time.
Through the silence, let unity speak,
The solstice etude in notes so unique.
Each chord a promise, each pause a sigh,
A union of spirits that never will die.
So gather, dear wanderers, under this dome,
Let our voices weave tales where shadows may roam.
For in this serenade, the world will awaken,
In the dance of the night, a bond unshaken.
As dawn approaches, a soft farewell,
Yet echoes of harmony will linger and dwell.
In every heartbeat, this song shall reside,
A whispered remembrance, forever our guide.
Classical
Lunar Serenade, Whispered Choral, Prism Melody, Midnight Flourish, Solstice Etude