Within the whispering ether, melodies drift unclaimed,
Echoes of forgotten hymns in the folds of time.
A symphony not yet born, crying for existence beneath
The rhythmic pulse of a wandering star.
A fragment of eternity lives in silence,
its notes shrouded in a cryptic veil.
Listen, if you dare,
the unspoken crescendos dwell below.
Whisper of Echoes |
The Void's Pathway
In the labyrinth of sound, we find ourselves,
Searching for a tune, a voice, a hollow space
Where once we thought we heard it all,
But only the void sings now.