Have you ever considered the role of unsung lyrics
in the dim-lit embers of forgotten melodies?
They curl, faint and swirling, like a mist
through the hallways of abandoned music schools.
in the dim-lit embers of forgotten melodies?
They curl, faint and swirling, like a mist
through the hallways of abandoned music schools.
Each note that never danced upon the tongue
weaves an intricate tapestry invisible,
humming persistently in the shadows
of clocks without faces, tethered to time.
weaves an intricate tapestry invisible,
humming persistently in the shadows
of clocks without faces, tethered to time.
Hidden harmonies drift beneath our perceptions,
filtering through the cracks of ordinary life,
in the rusting gears of a childhood music box.
Revelations slip through their fingers, longing for hands.
The Carnival of Harmonic Spirals
Forgotten Echoes of Tomorrow
Aural Veil of Whispers
filtering through the cracks of ordinary life,
in the rusting gears of a childhood music box.
Revelations slip through their fingers, longing for hands.