Left forgotten, in the loom of echoes,
The melodies play not upon the strings,
But within the silence of woven galaxies.
Sing, weaver of the infinite dusk,
Sing beneath the fractured twilight,
Where every thread is a note in reverse.
Echoes from a time unspun,
Tapestries of light unwound,
It whispers softly, a vacuum music,
Bedraggled chords in a dance of loops.
A single strand, a cosmic tale,
Interwoven with the dreams of stars,
And when the last song ends its flight,
The universe weeps its forgotten art.
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