In the twilight of unmade choices,
whispers dance among the shadows.
A symphony unheard,
threads of silver weave fate's tapestry
with each woven heartstring.
Tempo of destiny—
your cacophony of silent choruses.
Echoes in alleys of forgotten dreams,
where moonlight spills like ink,
on pages yet to be written.
Sing, O unsung song!
For the stars in their cosmic silence,
are but the audience of your serenade.
A celestial echo chamber,
of what was—or what could be.
Threads unfolding in paths yet unseen,
woven by hands—sometimes quick, sometimes reverent.
Let them gather dust,
or let them shimmer in daylight's embrace.
The choice, the chorus, is yours.
Wander further into the melody:
Echoes in the Alley
The Silent Symphony
Pathways of Starlight