These are the waves lapping upon the fragile singing shore,
notes twinkling in moonlit surrender.
A world caught between the silvered cracks of age-old dreaming,
where the daylight murmurs in a drowsy hush.
Lullabies slip through lips tender, resting lightly
upon memories spun like strands of wayward silk in the wind's embrace.
Inside these crystaline walls, the serenade of silent tunes wed.
With each pause, a melody carries forth through time,
footsteps of old within chasms etched of translucent breath,
forging dreams upon nothingness with this liquid elegy.