A Symphony

In ivory towers, where shadows dance, A poet weaves a subtle trance. With quill in hand and heart aflow, In whispered words, emotions grow. On ivory pages, dreams take flight, In moonlit verse, they shine so bright. A tale of love, or sorrow deep, In ivory words, the poet's keep. Each stroke of ink, a silent song, In ivory lines, they all belong. A symphony of thoughts, profound, In ivory silence, there’s no sound. Through endless nights and dawning days, The poet weaves in mystic ways. In ivory realms, where muses play, A timeless poem will always stay. In ivory’s grace, the words endure, A legacy forever pure. In whispers soft, the verses say, The poet’s soul will never sway.