Stars bend like soft whispers
across the tapestry of midnight.
Each twinkle
a silent echo
of a dream untold.
Fragmented universes
weave beneath your feet,
puddles of moonlight
reflecting stories
we dare not remember.
In the echoes of empty halls,
the sky hums a forgotten tune,
lingering in the spaces
between each heartbeat,
a celestial silence
waiting to be known.