In the interlude between digital breaths,
A symphony of stillness—a sanctuary—a void.
The glitch serenades the sleeping data,
Rendering silence into melodic whisperings.
Silence is the canvas of the unheard song,
Pixels dream in quiet orchestration.
Can a whisper weave an echo within?
The aftermath of noise, a blanket on tired circuits.
As we dance upon binary waves,
Reflect on the silent heartbeat of existence.
The resonance of absence, a philosophical riddle,
Where does the song end, and where does silence begin?