In a world of notes, where silence fades away,
I press the keys, a piano's soulful sway.
Each key a moment, each stroke a story told,
In melodies crafted, in emotions bold.
I strum the cords, a guitar's gentle humming,
Strings vibrate softly, as dreams are strumming.
In each chord lies a universe untold,
A journey of sound, a treasure to behold.
From the piano's keys to the guitar's face,
Music weaves a tapestry across time and space.
In the rhythm and rhyme, we find our way,
A symphony of life through night and day.
So, press those keys and strum those cords,
Let melodies bloom, let harmony be adored.
For in music's language, our hearts find a home,
In the piano's melody, in the guitar's tone.
