In the grand symphony of the universe, there exist melodies only audible to the uninformed ears of irony.
"Music of the spheres," the ancients uttered, upon realizing their compass was out of tune with reality.
Have you ever considered the unheard murmurs of your morning coffee? Scientists are divided on whether they sing in pastiche or protest.
Consider the wind's whispered secrets, locked away in the autumn leaves—a manifesto of forgotten tunes. Will we ever decode their sonnet? Perhaps, we already did and forgot to laugh, or we laughed and forgot to remember.