The Harmony of Whispers

In the silence of the early dawn,
a gentle murmur stirs the air,
like a forgotten melody wandering
through the corridors of the mind.

Who speaks in hushed tones
beneath the canopy of dreams?
Their words sift through the ether,
ancient stones tumbling on
the shores of time.

Listen carefully, for the whispers
hold the key to worlds unseen,
where harmony dances with discord,
and every shadow is a reflection
of light that was never captured.