The Unwritten Chorus
In the silence before dawn, when stars converge into whispers,
a melody waits, woven between the syllables of forgotten dreams.
Echoes of the unwritten, lost in the fabric of night,
seek the touch of a hand, longing to carve the void into verse.
What song shall rise from the ashes of silence,
if not the breath of cosmic winds,
tracing the outline of worlds unseen,
leaving the mind to ponder, to wander beyond the veil?