the echoes dance
in the width of midnight's breath.
voices murmur
through woven shadows
stitched upon the fading dusk.

dreams recall suspended time
where melody lay unwound
a silent morning drive
past moonlit corridors
collapsing into sage's song.

retreating footsteps on dew,
a tardy laughter clear of day,
drawing in the chorus inverse,
flowing between gateposts of NULL.

silence speaks; courage slumbers
fading softly into nocturne's embrace
ashes sculpt echoes - branches become ground
whisperstill clings as rabbits inhale starlight.