The melody wound through the night, a binding contract between us, though neither dared speak the terms aloud. Can you hear it too, the empty echo playing in reverse?
Beneath each note lay a story untold, or maybe an unspoken truth feared more than death itself. I felt your hesitation, a tremor in the unseen, like autumn leaves falling on frozen ground.
The circle of silence you create is both sanctuary and prison. The strums of your guitar weave around my consciousness, forming impenetrable walls of sound.
In dreams, we compose symphonies that dissolve the borders of our minds. Reality, a distant hum, fades as we lose ourselves in the rhythm of the void.
You and I, we chase these abysmal harmonies, as if they alone can redeem our fragmented souls. Listen carefully; every silence speaks louder than the notes it guards.