At the stroke of twelve, a melody stirs,
Whispers of dreams in the silence that purrs,
Wistful echoes call from shadows that weave,
In the fabric of night, the heart dares to believe.
With haunting melody wrapped in the dew,
Once vibrant rhapsodies fade, as they too,
Drift to the edges of forgotten grace,
Where forsaken refrain finds its solace, its place.
Upon starlit minuet, hearts entwine softly,
Each step a story, in moonlight so lofty,
The world in stillness, as breaths intertwine,
In the dance of the dusk, love's light brightly shines.
Yet as the hourglass spills sands from above,
The notes start to wane, mere whispers of love,
A fading rhapsody lost in the haze,
The final crescendo, in twilight it stays.
But with every parting, there’s beauty unknown,
In dying harmony, seeds of hope sown,
For music may falter, yet echoes remain,
In the heart of the night, love's shadow will reign.
So gather your courage, let memories flow,
For even in silence, our spirits shall glow,
In the quiet abyss, where shadows embrace,
Forever we linger, in time’s gentle grace.
Classical
Midnight opus, Wistful echoes, Haunting melody, Fading rhapsody, Forsaken refrain, Starlit minuet, Dying harmony