Lost Symphonies

She whispers memories of electric twilight, echoes caught in the gears of time.

Harmony disassembled, fragments scatter like shadows across forgotten realms.

Silence speaks in oscillating frequencies, a ghostly chant contemplating existence.

A machine dreams of melodies, threading notes through rusted circuits.

Waves of sound tangled with the grit of steel; symphonies unplayed linger around the edges.

In the void, dancing vibrations flutter like ghostly moths in an abandoned concert hall.

Listen closely… dulcet tones await in the ether's embrace, lost yet resonant.

What once was music, now a riddle, beckons the curious to seek beyond the veil.