In the labyrinthine corridors of the night,
where silent whispers burgeon into forgotten echoes,
I heard a song — not sung by lips,
but floated softly on a wing of shadowed breath.

It wandered along paths unwalked by feet,
through dreams overlooked by the light,
a melody woven from the stars’ sighs,
a refrain lost to the nets of dawn.

Faint, fading, recruiting the fabric of silence.
This symphony of the unseen, a forgotten sonatas lore stands,
girded by absence, esoteric in its timbre,
echoing from realms where time ebbs gently like secret tides.

Walk the darkened corridors
Dance the spectral waltz