Music, they say, is a universal language, but what of the music that speaks in quietude? The symphonies composed when no instrument touches the air, no voice breaks the stillness. These are the echoes hidden in transient lyrics, the unseen paths traveled by notes that never play out loud.
Each concealed journey holds within it the essence of unsung melodies. Like the unseen choreography of twinkling stars, these journeys wander through the landscapes of sound, undefined yet deeply felt. They are the transient echoes left by a whisper in the wind, reminders of harmonies that could have been, yet never will.
Through the hush, the rhythms emerge. They pulse, they sigh, a clandestine orchestra behind the curtain of silence. One might ask: where do these symphonies originate? Are they born from our dreams, our sorrows, our unuttered wishes? Or do they float through the ether, waiting for a soul to catch their fleeting grandeur?