In the cradle of civilization, clay vessels hummed
harmonious echoes, a prelude to the symphony.
Their voices whispered ancient whispers,
a song to the stars above.
In the cradle of civilization, clay vessels hummed
harmonious echoes, a prelude to the symphony.
Their voices whispered ancient whispers,
a song to the stars above.
The rise of the lyre, a gentle serenade
under the noble olive trees.
Winds carried the notes,
weaving stories of love and valor.
Fiddles met the dawn,
passion enclosed in a wooden cage,
a tempest in every stroke of bow
across hearts uncaged.
Steel strings and echoes of jazz,
urban symphonies,
where the past dances with the future,
rhythm unapologetic, free.
Resonance beyond grasp,
digital ripples in cosmic seas,
the next melody awaits,
unheard, unchained, awaiting us.