Melancholy Waltz

In the echoes of the waltz, a dance once shared beneath the stars, I find fragments of a past life. The music lingers in shadows, soft and haunting, a melody that spoke of forever in fleeting moments.

The ballroom, once vibrant, now whispers stories in creaks and sighs. There are hints of laughter, echoes of voices turned to whispers, veiling truths and dreams dusted over with time.

1. Once, we twirled here, the world a blur beyond our embrace.
2. Your laughter blended with the music, a harmony of souls.
3. I remember the chandelier, a constellation in its glow.
4. We counted the steps like rhythms of our heartbeats.
5. Now, only shadows mark the silhouette of our dance.

Dance steps encoded in a silent language only we could understand, waltzing through time's corridor, a secret never spoken.