In the silence of shattered instruments,
We converse with the shadows of sound...
Through the corridors of audible dreams, Light dances upon waves of unplayed tunes, Whispering secrets only heard in reverse.
Synchronized beats in disarray,
Call upon the once forgotten air;
Melodies reversed, paths unraveled,
In this serenade of silken whispers.
Is it not in the reverse that we find
The songs unfinished, unspoken, unheard?
Cast in notes, drowned in echoes,
Sleepwalkers hum beneath a crescent moon.