H and C, a simple mark,
Yet in their union, a spark.
Seven octaves, a vast domain,
Where music's magic shall reign.
From whispered notes, a gentle call,
To soaring highs that pierce the wall,
H and C, a guiding light,
Through darkness, leading us to sight.
C, the foundation, firm and true,
H, the embellishment, vibrant hue.
Together they weave a tapestry,
Of melody and symphony.
From classical grandeur, to jazz's swing,
Each note a story, a joyful thing.
H and C, a magical rhyme,
Echoing through the halls of time.
So let the music fill the air,
With H and C, beyond compare.
A symphony of love and sound,
In this harmonious world, we're bound.