The Ascension of Echoes

Dense silence pierced, where stars rehearse in distant chamber's vein.

Lost whispers hover in vanilla-scented breeze.

Our symphony, love-bound, enveloping a crescendo of woven tides, stir mystery.

Beneath electric auroras, silken shadows converse of warm futures.

Voice chords humming — dew on satin petals, dreaming and lingering.

Scribbles on Moonlight A Note Laid Bare