Echoes sculpted from the silence
Drift like whispers on a mirage,
Cloaked in dusky liaisons
With the unseen sun's farewell aria.
A concerto of the ethereal
Breathed through shimmering winds,
Inked across the night's parchment
With eternal umbrae verse.
Tread lightly
Over this music that is not music,
For it sings within your bones,
In the labyrinth of dreams wrought.