Tread softly upon the path of whispers,
Where the silence is a symphony held close.
Amongst the alley of shadows, lilac conversations bloom,
In secret tones they sketch the universe's muse.

What secrets do the stars confide in the ear of night?
A waltz of words dipped in starlight's embrace,
Threads of time weave the tapestry of dreams,
Harmonies lost to the dawn, never to be traced.

Follow the tremor of a distant sonnet,
Find the echo of a fading sigh.
Here, in the symbiotic ledger of whispers,
Lies the poetry of the wind's gentle cry.