Échos au Vent

Upon the stairway of wind, they speak
secrets of untouched realms, harmonic whispers
melting into twilight's embrace. An ascent
ever so silent, ever so profound.

The skies hum, a symphony of stars
reluctantly tethered to the night's longing
dancing between moments, elusive to the eye.
Can you hear them scale the silence's edge?

Tread soft upon the dew-kissed grass
for every note you’ve left unplayed has retreated
further into sphere untouched—by word, by womb.

Navigate the pathways softening with song
steering by the chords imperfections breathe—
A revelation waits in the palm of your surrender,
echoing the unknown laughter of a universe unfolded.