Beneath the cobblestone symphony, footsteps echo
refracted through a glass of rain. Echoes whisper
secrets sung by frogs at a moonlit riverbank,
melodies played in reverse.
Do you hear the clock striking absent notes?
Its hands dance to a rhythm of wandering shadows.
A streetlamp flickers, a metronome for the lost.
Time, as a kaleidoscope, shatters and reforms.
The tiles crack open,
revealing a sky of buried sand and forgotten stars.
A girl with no face hums
beneath the arches of a bridge that doesn't exist.