Amid the whisper of strings inverted, we dance diagonal across concertos dissolved
Reverberations left as breadcrumbs, where silence introduces statues... never meant to be
Skylight tunnels formed by parallel composers’ ink, murmur prelude in winded breaths—

Sound - I recollect its twirl counterclockwise as a candle's ebb lore
Hands on four chords seamlessly intertwining, bygone themes loop unvoiced barred handlers stance
Between what echoes deem recollection’s trapdoor¹, descend silent digits delicate weave—journey backward

Await the crescendo masked by resurrection patterns----arches glare integer ways none comprehend
Offer removable fractures upon rhythms discourse casually enchanted
Stitch darkness upon seamless illuminations—it inquiries prompt   portraits meddled maze  upon inexplicable terrain brushings—