A Midnight Reverie
The stars hum quietly, a symphony of untold stories.
In the folds of dark matter, a tapestry of silence weaves itself.
Time spills like ink, soaking the fabric of dreams.
Luminous shadows sing underwater, where whispers curl like smoke.
Do you hear the echoes of forgotten melody, trapped in the sands of quantum?
The Unsung Songs
They linger in the cobwebbed corners of imagination, waiting to be reborn.
Each note a fragment of galaxies lost, searching for a voice.
Between dimensions, a door creaks open to melodies that never were.
The cry of once-among-the-bright congregates in the shadow of a thought.
Do they resonate in your dreams, as the stardust cradles your soul?