A timeless wind of sounds drifting through the air.

The harmony of instruments creates a symphony of grace,

From an orchestra’s confluence to a soloist’s flair

Your melodies cradle me, a lullaby for the lost.

A cascade of violins like sunlight through trees, 

Woodwinds tweet in resonance, while brass announces in pride and clear,

The piano stands alone, its voice fragile yet allure,

Building worlds where dreams and the heavens feel so near.

Oh, classical muse, your beauty knows no bounds.

Music so divine, as though gods took their stand,

With hands that carved the Alps now shaping sound.

Oh, classical muse, you help the soul transcend 

When focus wanes and study feels a chore,

Your calming waves restore my mind once more.