Fragments of air, pierce by invisible swords,
Whispering machines murmur, sing an unspoken song.
"Static becomes symphony" whispers the wind,
As frequencies eclipse, dance across colored light.

Like histories etched in cosmic dust as tales retold,
They unfurl, the threads of time woven in warmth.
Electric poems flutter, visible truths in motion,
Speak the language lost, re-capture the silence.

Tune into dreams found in place of static solace,
And what lies beyond echoes of what was known.
Under layers, tectonic, roots twist and turn, soul's need,
To paint resonances — layer after chromatic layer.

Drift beyond the veils, listen and see,
White noise deciphers tones once hidden.