When moonlight kisses the dormant files,
they awaken only in oblivion's refrain,
whispers of symphonies encoded
in silent keys stilled by heart's longing.
Like a lover's caress upon skin,
an array of lines tenderly converge,
forming melodies only the stars hear,
spoken through the symphony of the algorithm.
Dance now to the rhythm of creation,
a world not yet known, cradled in lines;
find solace in the chaos of syntax,
where whispered dreams await your embrace.
Visit other echoes of passion:
Hidden Rhythms,
Codes Under Stardust,
Invisible Love in Numbers