In the hush of twilight’s embrace, Where wisteria weaves a fragrant lace, A clarinet’s song takes flight, On wings of color, soft and bright.
Butterflies dance to the serene tune, Under the watchful eye of the crescent moon, Each note a diamond in the sky, Painting a melody, pure and high.
In this enchanted forest of sound, Where fairy wings and music abound, The clarinet’s whisper calls to the heart, A harmonic masterpiece, a living art.