The winds dance beneath the curtain's gentle grasp,
unveiling whispers penned by forgotten hearts.
Songs unsung, threaded with truths lost,
entangled in the fabric fold's hush.
Through every weave, a memory unfurls,
like shadows flirting with whispering light.
Listen. Beneath metallic sighs,
the absent melodies creep back to life.
A luminescent quill writes in spring rain.
Doorways mask their secrets in lines of poetry not spoken,
fading echoes sing lullabies to the forgotten moments.
The taupe veil, a sage in disguise,
masks mysteries under its tender embrace.