In the dimming dusk when worlds blend,
the ocean murmurs to harmonious stars,
and secrets are but the chorus of silent waves.
Are you there? Where the horizon bleeds?
Fingers dipped in night's canvas,
sketch whispers fortifying the ether,
stories untold tucked beneath tides,
will you listen to the dance of the moon?
Invisible Touch - the thread connecting shadows
The Acoustic Bubble - reverberations beneath
Open Silence Music - the lull in clamor called freedom