In the murmuring silence
Lies a symphony of forgotten notes,
Whose whispers echo
In the shadows of the mind.
Glistening dewdrops,
Each a fragment of untold tales,
Weave a web in the dawn's light,
Shimmering with unsung melodies.
Starlit skies, once
A canvas for the cries of dreams,
Now paint the void
With dreams unspoken, stark.