Echoes of Serenity

In the quiet moments, they sit and play, Their instruments a reflection of their soul's sway, The music whispers secrets of the past, As they sit together, forever to last. Their faces weathered, their eyes serene, Their music a bridge between the heart and scene, The world around them fades to gray, As they lose themselves in the melody's sway. In this moment, time stands still, As the musicians weave their gentle will, Their art a testament to the human heart, A symphony that will never depart. The water below, a mirror to their soul, Reflects the beauty that they make whole, Their music a balm for the weary heart, A reminder that art can never depart.