Mystic Dialogue

In the breath of the world's silence,
where stars knit whispers of light,
an echo unfolds in the void,
composed, yet never played.

The harmony of unseen strings,
weaving through the black tapestry,
unseen by eyes, unheard by ears,
but felt by the soul's fragile touch.

Speak not in words, for words are lost.
Dance in the silence, where symphonies bloom,
in the cosmic theatre of shadows,
a scene without a stage, devoid of form.

Touch the stars' echo in this fleeting dance,
a cradle of light, a void of sound,
and let the silent symphony guide you
to realms where the heart knows.

Find the unseen song in the weaver's loom,
or lose yourself in the ethereal waltz of forgotten dreams.