Whispering winds through forgotten halls,
the unsung verses of the ancients,
hiding beneath the rustic, dust-cloaked beams.
Let them sing, let them cease,
For silence is an echo, echoing, echoing.
In the glow of hidden lanterns,
melodies dance like specters,
they laugh, they cry, they defy time itself.
Listen in, listen out,
a harmony of chaos and quietude.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
a cacophony of forgotten dreams;
chart their course through starlit skies,
unravel the tapestry, one thread at a time.
Feel the echoes vibrating,
a cosmic serenade, unchained.
Vibrations of the past meet future's tune,
in this silent yet thunderous codex.