Dreamscape balloons floated beyond the
rarefied borders of comprehension.
Silent gasps trapped between curtain folds.

The piano—a melancholy phantom.
Its notes resonating across-time, breathed
symphonies drenched in mute colors.
The player, forgotten, leaves echoes behind.

In the corner, an unending stairway
spirals into the impossible, where
footfalls trace the perimeter of dreams.

Was it a letter scented with remorse,
lost in footprints or the intricate
desire held by shadows on the walls?
Steady were they, clad in nostalgia's waltz.