Listen beyond the veil, where soft winds cradle incantations of forgotten melodies woven into whispers.
Each note, a ghost, waltzing upon the edges of silence, yearning to sprinkle transient tones upon the canvas of the void.
Beyond the reach of syllables, tangled within the timeless wisp, lingering remnants of a song untold unravel in the soft rustle of shadows.
The Players, the Haunting
Lonesome Harmonies
Spoken Silences