In whispers soft beneath the stars,
Where twilight dreams wane, shadows play,
A dance of hearts in rhythm’s arms,
The night unveils her hidden sway.
With echoes round of faded lore,
The rondo swirls in grace’s guise,
Each note a sigh from days of yore,
As luminous whispers fill the skies.
A lunar prelude softly sings,
In silken tones that brush the night,
Each chord a gentle solace brings,
In every heart, a spark ignites.
Among the fabric of the dark,
Where shadows blend in sweet parade,
Variations of the arc,
In haunting melodies, cascades.
With every stroke of moonlit art,
The solstice choral lifts the sky,
The laughter sings, the silence charts,
In rhythms born from sparks that fly.
As dawn approaches, light unfolds,
The cadence of the night departs,
But in our souls, those echoes hold,
The timeless dance that stirs our hearts.
So let us cherish what remains,
A memory entwined in song,
For in the night, our spirit gains,
A midnight cadence, ever strong.
In each soft breath, the shadows weave,
A tapestry of dreams and light,
Within the twilight, we believe,
In every end, there blooms the night.
Classical
Midnight Cadence, Shadowed Variations, Faded Rondo, Lunar Prelude, Solstice Choral