Ruined echoes ripple across the surface of a forgotten pond,
where shadows whisper secrets to the moon's timid gaze.
Would you listen to the songs that never left their cradle,
woven into the fabric of twilight and sighs?
Somewhere in the labyrinth, a note falters, lost in flight.
A butterfly flaps, time holds its breath, and then,
the symphony cascades into silence once more,
and you find yourself yearning for a melody you never knew.