Day in, day out, the unnoticed melodies float around the corners of dull offices
and along the aisles of grocery stores. Whispers of rhythm conducted by the mundane tasks,
always around but seldom acknowledged. A song of the absent circle.

Have you heard the song of the streetlamp flickering in the dim evening glow?
Or the involved hum of machines in a factory dance, stepping in sequence
to an industrial waltz? Sometimes the rhythm is almost palpable,
yet few stop to listen.

Here, a cacophony of unsung songs exists in the symphony of distractions:

• A car engine sighing its routine on the outskirts of town.
• The endless patter of raindrops composing a hit on roof shingles.
• A conversation snippet in a coffee shop, rich with resonance.

Shall we dare to collect these fragments?
Silent Melodies Echoes of a Whisper