Voidsong

Ever sat in a symphony made entirely of silence?
There's something profound in how the quiet hums, don't you think?
The notes that never play, but you can hear them if you listen really closely.

Imagine rows of musicians all in white, poised, focused, waiting.
Somewhere, an unseen wave makes it all sway and dance.
It's the world flipping inside out.

And in this void, the echoes find repose.
Like a shoal of fish caught mid-flight, glistening in moonlight.
Dive deeper if you dare.

The performance was exquisite yet, regrettably, unseen. Voices lingered, unvoiced, next to us.