Moonlit Serenade
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Two mice entwine their voices in a gentle sway,
Their guitars, like extensions of their hearts,
Singing melodies that never depart.
With every strum, a tale unfolds,
Of love, of dreams, of whispers told.
The third, a silent witness, stands apart,
Drinking in the harmony that fills the heart.
In this serene and moonlit scene,
Music becomes the language of the unseen.