The clock strikes invisibility,
As the mundane dance of absurdity unfolds.
Did you hear the kettle? It's singing Mozart in despair.
Tea steeping in existential dread,
Stirring gently with ironical whispers.
Remember, the curtains have already been pulled.
See the soft glow
Step lightly on shadows of the past,
For they carry echoes of forgotten laughter.
A symphony of silence awaits your arrival.
Songs of the misplaced