In the stillness of night, under the thick velvet sky,
I walked amid the silent constellations,
leaving a trail of songs sung in reverse.
Who listens in the shadows, where silence becomes grainy,
flowing like a river with frozen glaciers of colors, unseen and heard,
dancing along its icy surface.
I wandered on through time's forgotten galleries,
where footsteps echoed like whispers in long-abandoned dreams,
and my shadow followed the curve of the earth.
Here a sigh, there a memory,
footprints leading, leading nowhere—
beyond horizons where twilight drips into dawn.
Outstretched whispers of light, spirals of violet embrace,
the spaces between moments, breathing life into stillborn echoes.