Whispers echo in empty corridors, reverberating, unheard, a forgotten operatic lament.
The crescendo of absence, notes unplayed yet felt, shadowy harmonies drawing closer.
Echoes of a symphony, lost on the lips of silence, where dreams dance and fade.
(time ticks as a metronome, measures of tension and release)
Dissonant serenity, each pause a universe, melodious in its stillness.
The language of the unspoken, weaving threads through cosmic gaps.