In the smoky aroma of lingering pasts
The shadows weave, twine, and spin
Beneath moonlit chandeliers draped
In cobwebs of history, untouched.
There's a whisper in this dim-lit hall,
An echo of laughter, broken glass,
A clandestine sonata plays on repeat,
Vivace, a note forever held hostage.
Once, there danced a silhouette,
In crimson velvet and golden threads,
Their story spun in pirouettes,
Lost chapters, forever unwritten.
Can you hear them?
The questions of yesterdays riddled
Among whispers of forgotten names,
Untraceable shadows yearning to tell.