In a world too busy to hum, silent symphonies linger in the margins of forgotten notebooks.
The ink bleeds whispers, an echo of melodies disdained,
mocking the sound of silence's rebellion.
Here, where songs are silent by decree,
the guide to invisibility is unwritten.
Tune your ears to the irony, they say,
but listen—the notes have fled
past the parking lots of ambition,
and beyond the checkout aisles of doubt.