Whispers in technicolor, sprawled across the void. You won't remember the tune, but hum it like a forgotten jazz.
The echo's length, like an infinite corridor, filled with echoes of your own distant cries. A hyacinth's mourning song.
Next NoteWhen shadows dance in daylight, they become the pupils of the unblinking eye. It burns, but you see nothing.
Learn the RhymeTouch a sound as you would touch a stranger's hand. The warmth promises love, the truth speaks of ghosts. Always just a note out of reach.
Rivers of twilight weave through dreams unbidden. Lost, each particle speaks the name of stars forgotten.
Chase the Stars