In twilight’s gentle, amber glow,
Where whispers dance on breezes low,
A piano sighs with tender grace,
Each note a kiss, a warm embrace.

The flute, a siren, sweet and clear,
Calls forth our dreams, dissolving fear,
With every breath, it weaves a spell,
A tale of love, a secret swell.

Together they play, a woven thread,
Of moonlit nights and words unsaid,
The piano's chords, a rich cascade,
The flute’s soft trills, a serenade.

In harmony,...