A note endured beneath echoing silence and
the specter of an unfinished phrase waltzing
among shadows of forgotten tones...
In the realm of clandestine consonant patterns,
where vowels sleep in circular dreams
of what could have been when the dawn...
The melody whispers, carrying echoes that lead to
the unspoken volume of unscripted tales lifting
the mask from an unfinished serenade.
An interlude; a theft of melody's satin robes –
slipping out the moonlit window
of half-heard recollections...
Join the unfinished journey, an aura poetica, where
consonants cascade over valleys of
unresolved emotional harmonique...