Faded whispers on the marbled slate.
A number of hearts, quietly beating...
The clock ticks without witness.
The audience remains, unvoiced, ephemeral.
Scene 1: Dim lights
The flicker of a candle, the shadow dances.
A creaking door, the world hesitates.
The actor's gaze, distant.
Scene 2: Echoes of silence
A curtain drawn; subtle breath of solitude.
The light fades, an untouched cry.
Empty, the hall disappears.