In the bends of endless starlight
the whisper of dreams unformed
curl in melodic strokes like waves on unseen crest
and the silence breaks
unknowing notes that echo deeper, rising into
a tune yet to be heard, intertwined with
perhaps a lone starlit bird sings but perhaps
is it the universe's lament, unfinished songs that drift
closer
listening is like watching tendrils of memory dissolve
into night's tapestry. Navigate through fragments
Carving crescendos from scattered harmonies, trying to stitch them together,
because no one can resist the urge to find meaning in the chaos,
especially when the silence beckons muses
that dance on the peripheries of reason and...