The past whispers in the corridors of the mind, echoes of melodies never sung, yet always remembered. Like ghosts, they linger, waiting for voices to breathe life into their silent symphony.
Once, in a forgotten summer's twilight, a tune danced upon the breeze. Its notes, fragile as glass, sought refuge in the heart of a lonely traveler. What song was it? Perhaps, it was a lullaby, a requiem, or a joyous celebration of life. Its name is lost, but its essence remains.
A flicker in the candle light, an unnamed song resonated in the shadows. It painted the walls with its unseen harmonies, ephemeral yet eternal. Can silence sing? In the absence of sound, we find the symphony that exists beyond our hearing.
The cacophony of unsung songs, a paradoxical serenade, plays endlessly in the minds of those who dare to remember. Will you let them sing through you?