Consumed by the echoes of an unheard scream,
a symphony played in the language of shadows.
Drift, float, dissolve—the existential canoe awaits.
Stray rooftops whisper secrets to the sun,
while forgotten clocks laugh at the night.
Silence rises, an unseen tsunami.
Elms wear coats made of whispers and dreams,
in dance with leaves that never fell.
Stars murmur absently over tea.