In the depths of still nights, amidst the rustling silences, there resides a symphony unheard. Entwined in the tapestry of quiet breaths, each note, a whisper, cries light.
The gentle luminescence speaks secrets, phosphorescent tears that drip from the mundane moments. Hours speak to hours, under the shy gaze of the moon, without urgency but with vast presence.
Sounds of Nothingness
The humble expanse sighs; moonswept echoes spiral across horizons,
woven thoughts bleed into each strand beneath frozen stars.
Lifeboats; hues stranger than sleep drift across the fog, lifelines drenched in sea-glow's embrace conjunct past's cadence. Float, silently persist.
The Luminescent Refuge
Charcoal quivers and vibrato whispers burn those
who wear divide silks amidst tenement galas orchestrated undone threads.
Every star a grain of remembering light, every shadow a cradle for new dawns birthed into absence— these songs recede again into their cavernous still avowals.