Shadows whisper secrets to the moon,
wrapping silver words in velvet dusk.
Stars blink in morse, a cryptic serenade,
melodies unravel, sung in reverse.
Silence breaks with a gentle chime—
the night cradles echoes of ancient dreams.
Do you hear the wind's forgotten song?
It spins tales of the world's shadows,
in fragments, in bursts of crystalline frost.
Each note dances backward through time—
a waltz of echoes, a fugue of fleeting moments.