In the quiet corners of the mind, a melody aches to be born.
An unmade symphony, seeking resonance amidst the silence.
These symphonies do not soar through the grand halls of expectation.
Instead, they dwell in whispers, where no ear dares to listen.
The heart plays notes of reflection,
etching invisible crescendos in the air of solitude.
Here, the silence is the conductor,
guiding the unseen orchestra of thoughts and dreams.