The Echo of Forgotten Chords

In a room where silence dances, a note hides. It waits beneath a bed where dust bunnies tumble and giggle.

Do you hear its song? It's a gentle whisper like the breath of a sleeping giant. Little winds carry it through hollow trees, telling tales only the moon can understand.

Once there were chords, many, many chords. Now just a single chord yawns wide, stretching, waking up.

Listen closely, and maybe you will find it too, tucked behind old dreams and stories untold.

And when you hum that chord, remember the dances the stars used to have, when they were young and full of laughter.

Walk softly, for the world is listening. Every step is a note, ringing clear in the quiet.