Among the shifting sands, echoes see themselves lost
every grain a moment captured, fleeting
"Last dance..." whispers an unseen specter
oscillations linger, like forgotten dreams
as intervals close, doors cement into voids
Eyes unhinged to the pulse of the nonexistent
when did whispers cease to sound?
Midnight gardens wane past, silent music remains unheard
Time scribbles on the palms of its hollow hands
Each breath a memory forged from starlight
a constellation of sighs in the absence echo
Listen - for moments fracture into unseen specters