Maps etched in silence,
weave through the glassy whisper of stars.
Invisible, they trace
the contours of forgotten dreams,
where raindrops sketched oceans on skin.
Can you hear the wind
recite the poems of passage?
Listen closely—beneath the echo,
a cartographer’s sigh
carves constellations of light.
Hold tightly to these
shadow-stitched maps,
as you wander through hues
unspoken,
in the embrace of silent symphonies.