Listen closely,
the whispers tell.
In hues of blue,
beneath the swell.
Voices cling,
murmurs dance,
symbiotic,
in silent trance.
Back to the origins,
a forgotten refrain,
once sung in twilight,
now lost to the rain.
Echoes fade,
time disbands,
in this serenade,
we understand.
Follow the fabric,
of fragmented night,
whispers converge,
in merged twilight.