The stars are a silent symphony,
Flowing notes flutter down on the snow.
Hear the songs play beautifully,
Twisting and twirling moving and growing.
A stellar performance met with lunar applause,
The strings and brass leave the ice in awe.
Percussion and wind grips with melodic claws,
A great crescendo without a single flaw.
The curtain calls as the sun awakes,
The music retreats to crystal flakes.
A whole new style of music begins,
Percussion brass strings and winds.