A whisper beneath the oak,
The solemn harmonies drift,
Unheard by those alive in light,
Yet palpable in this somber night.

In an abode of crumbling stone,
Where rain cascades with woeful moan,
The phantoms weave their dance of grief,
A symphony beyond belief...

Can you hear the symphonies?
Harmonies that defy time,
Each note a step from grace divine,
Each cadence a whisper of the spine.