Sonar Echoes

In the cavernous mind, the echoes linger longer
than the thoughts that birthed them.
Sonar waves traverse the silence,
mapping the unseen depths.

What lies beneath the placid surface
when all is still but the whispered
hum of forgotten moments?

Each echo a reminder, a phantom note
in an unfinished symphony.
The clockwork of introspection ticks
in rhythms only the heart can hear.

In solitude, they find their voice,
these whispers of the echoing past.