In the labyrinthine Auctioneers' Assembly of forgotten hymns,
the sunlit shadows leer and dance, savoring the uncharted
algorithms of silent symphonies.
A raven, observing the pale silence of stranded octaves,
scribes tales into the mist of intangible notes
echoing the calls of the unnamed orchestrators.
What song do you hum, floaters of astral mists,
spiraling beyond the charts of sound?
Here, in this place, where forgotten notes reclaim heritage,
names buried beneath forgotten keys and cords.
The incessant need to translate an unwritten
subliminal chorus, incantations cloaked in
consecrations of daily unheard dirges.