Beneath the shadowed skies of unseen melodies,
lies the forgotten chorus, woven from
threads of twilight mist,
echoing across the canvas of silence.
Whispered harmonies of a bygone era
drift through spectral frequencies,
unanchored by time,
singing of dreams that never woke.
The call of a distant lyre calls,
unraveling cryptic notes amongst starlit webs.
Somewhere, a violin fades under the weight of the moon,
casting shadows in the gallery of unspoken symphonies.