the whispers growl in metallic echoes
symphonies crafted from pit shadows and forgotten dreams
she thought she saw the lighthouse flickering echo
a tune unfound drifting along the stalactite ledge
elsewhere yes somewhere beneath the earth's crust
a concert of tiny creaks and dampness breathing
rhythms thudding in the heart of clandestine corridors
as the porous walls absorb every unsung lyric
isn't it strange how silence can sing
like a rabbit nibbling on the strings of a void guitar
laughter leaks through cracks like a startled ripple
and every footfall constructs a tapestry unraveled
dance with shadows but they won't follow
their feet remain rooted in the old clay
beneath yet above their own echoes
are you listening? not really not now
this is where the breezes come to die
kissing the dirt and cherishing the echoes
the cavern hall is always humming something
unnamable vibrating in crimson-sepia hues
a cacophony of unsung songs
a vortex of voiceless celestial chants
and you? you are just a silent witness
to a spectacle the universe forgot to doodle