Unspoken Lamanade
In coded lamplight, she sang of worlds unseen,
Her voice, a comet's trail on a midnight sea.
Gramophones shiver in the silver silence,
Rustling echoes, crystallizing moments yet to be.
Through the luminal embrace of distant echoes,
Notes poured unbridled, carving pathways on ether walls.
Each sonic pulse—a fractured star’s centerpiece,
Whispers woven in an astral tapestry’s lace.