Once upon a whisper,
In a house so old,
The walls spoke softly,
In secrets never told.
They hum like lullabies,
Tucked under a cloud,
Invisible symphonies,
So gentle, so proud.
Can you hear the echoes?
Of dreams made of light,
Dancing behind curtains,
In the hush of the night.
Listen, listen closely,
To the walls that sing,
For inside their whispers,
Is magic's everything.
Journey deeper,
Into these tunes,
Follow the shadow,
Of silent monsoons.