The lost melodies swell, rising like vapor borne—
a quintet of silence enfolded, radiating blurred echoes,
where words tremble in reverse, the clocks apologize.
Fragments unspool,
discovering soft whispers in discordant synchronicity.
Gravity forgets the taste of the earth's spine,
engulfed in rippling echoes of tenebrous rain.
The sounds hold hands with shadows,
struggle, stray, sigh across the abyss—
clay-bound notes clash violently, music resumes.