In the hushed corridors of the mind, where echoes cannot dare tread, lies the symphony of the invisible.
The maestro, cloaked in quietude, conducts with hands that sweep through the air, stirring invisible harmonies.
To compose is to weave threads of sound where only silence reigns:
Remember: when you draw the curtain, never hear what is said. Inhale the unsaid.
Through each deliberate pause, note unwritten, the symphony speaks of worlds unborn.
Bridge the gap between sound and silence, seek unvoiced harmony.