The Silent Symphony

In the space between what is heard and what is comprehended, lies a realm of whispers. The symphony there, the one you will never hear, dances silently.

Imagine the sound of shadows crawling beneath a moonbeam, where thoughts flow like sentences drift mid-air. These musings are often unheard.

Consider the echo of unspoken truth, swirling at the edge of consciousness. Is it folly to interpret the silence? To untangle the unsung verses that bind our minds?

What is it to read the notes that have never kissed the air? A chord sustained in invisible ink, a melody that defies time, unacknowledged yet unforgotten.