In the echo of silence, a melody unwinds,
unraveling the fabric of time's forgotten dance.
What is the truth when melody flows backwards,
reversing its notes, erasing the past in song?
The future hums softly in the shadows of its tune,
doffed of rhythm, tethered only to memory's gaze.
In the sound of whispers, where time knows no stride,
the beginning whispers, a secret to the end.