Beyond the veil of every secret note lies a song
Its echoes dance between dimensions, forgotten, yet yearning
Each chord a footprint in the sand of time, washed away by history's tide.
Have you heard the whispers of the void composing?
The whistle of the raven at twilight serenades the lunar eclipse, unsalted memories sinking into the stars' breakfast.
Can you tune into the forgotten echoes? Listen closely
Or perhaps the shadows sing of shimmering voids.
In the labyrinth of sound, every silence is a note unplayed.