Forgotten symphonies murmur beneath the surface, beneath the surface
Layers of melodies obscure her, hidden lost in kaleidoscopic visions
the resonance of once-was blending into silence, waiting, whisper
Out, stretching fingers toward unwanted warmth of remembering
sonatas unfold, cascade of light-dust
Harmony flickers in damp corners of abandoned corridors.
A word, a note, a spectral shudder; how grasp the whole when the interlude dances on
My mind loops, the universe's gramophone spinning on a wrecked record
Pieces resplendent, incoherent yet conspirators to harmony's theft
Murmurs shape into solace, then coexist as cobweb souvenirs
murmurings collect, like scattered stars
Through echoing wires of forgotten dreams, the symphony hums beneath.
And in the silence of the abandoned concert hall, tones tremor with unrequited hope
The violins hear every secret, crying the chorus of solitude
Do you hear the opening movement? Do you dream them anew?
A voice spoke, a voice speaks, yet words betray their origin
Above the rafters where time loses itself in unwinding echoes
A forgotten symphony murmurs— a whisper of conscience reborn.