The chandelier shimmers in whispers of opal darkness,

as clandestine notes weave through the folds of sheer curtains.

~ What is not there?

Like hearts elusive within veils of tan satin,

Do you not hear their sighs, suspended like winter fog?

Echoes of missed storms, carved into the aether,

Cast shadows that dance on longing's edge.

Grains in the hourglass shift, quivering,

Our symphony crumbles beneath palatial sighs.

Forget not the melody of moonlit embers, my dear,

that fills this ballroom appointed with mystery.

Twirling into horizons unrealized.