Once they sang, in twilight's hue,
Celestial dirges spun from vast, mute gates.
Unheard notes weave through the ether, lingering—never told.
Amongst their vigil, beneath heaven's arch,
We stood—lost echoes of unborn buoys—adrift
On sepulchres of heavenly tides, chants unheard).
Read the silence | Revisit the unmade
In the void, a quasar sings; empty, untouched,
Their verse a shadow—a cloak of darkened embers
Flickering over ballistic moons—their hymn, bygone.
Welcome to the cosmic opera, unfading yet faltering,
The stage of all forgotten, for even the stars
Sway silently to the void's haunting encore.