In the silence that follows each gentle touch, a resonance remains.
Love, once vivacious, now lingers like a ghostly waltz through empty halls.
Do you hear it? The murmurs of unspoken dreams, caressing the soul
with fingers soft as dawn's light.
Moments, like dewdrops on autumn leaves, fall away
leaving trails of bittersweet nostalgia—each echo atap.
Listen closely, and you may feel echoes of echoing, tapping upon
the heart's door, asking to be let in once more.
The dusklight bears witness to secrets unsaid.
Enter the Night • Sing the Silence