Echoes of the Sky

A gentle reminder of sound unappreciated; sound once created from stillness.
Each note, absent, searches for continuity; hence, the fragments echo in disarray.

Consider the blue frequencies reflecting cyclical dreams,
yet falling short of arrival; a yearning unfulfilled incarnate in nothingness. Is perception reality?

Sound waves collide—fractured yet harmonious, noted in Schrödinger's lost Symphony:
the paradox where silence is quantitative yet qualitative.

The sky bares witness: the cacophony seeping through clouds
cast prayers for silence—woven across the sky's tapestry on a needleless thread.

Citations of philosophers who never assumed existence:
Are we but echoes, reaching out to infinity, searching amidst cosmic disturbances?