In the hollow chamber of infinite echoes, the silence hums softly,
Notes drift like ghosts through dream-laden air, whispering secrets
Unexpected guests attend the night of forgotten sounds.
The color of memory painted in notes and rests;
Fragile melodies wrap the heart in cadence and crescendos.
Time tickles the edges of forgotten rhythm,
Where shadows sway to tunes only they can grasp.
Words woven on the tendrils of sound,
Step into the shadows that say,Or find solace where whispers die amid lingering echoes,
Inside a fractured reflection.Crystalline shards scatter, refracting light,
Soundwaves trembling beneath the weight of silence.