Whispers of forgotten tunes,
linger with the ashes of yesteryears,
where shadows weave tapestries
of dreams washed in twilight's breath.
Listen, can you hear the silence?
its melody played in reverse,
a symphony without an orchestra,
notes tracing arcs of unseen dancers.
Among the maze of tethered thoughts,
each path a verse, each turn a pause,
echoes bounce off the walls of doubt,
a harmony of emptiness,
singing to the void.
As you walk, the ground hums
a forgotten ballad of the lost,
their footsteps a ghostly refrain,
in this labyrinth, the melody
is not where you tread,
but where you let go.