In the stillness, beneath the fabric of stars,
the cosmic hum aligns itself with silence.
Echoes of a forgotten melody sway
a droplet of dew on a spider's thread.
Can you hear the symphony composed by absence,
Each note a constellation, each pause
a white void waiting
to be filled with the breath of creation?
Step gently into the amphitheater of dreams,
where the whispering winds tune
the convex mirrors of reality
to the soft cadence of time standing still.
Allow your spirit to resonate with the void,
to dance among the shadows of sound
and touch the eternal sweep of
whispered symphonies.