Infinite Echo

The silent symphony
begins with a breath,
an exhalation of thought.

<! —- No instruments
<! —- Just your imagination
<! —- Conducted by hesitation —>

Listen closely,
you might hear
the violins of vacuum.

Critics say
it holds the key
to everything -
and yet,
it's still locked
in a room
with fuzzy acoustics.

Perhaps it’s the
space between
the notes
that composes
the melody
of mundane miracles.

Ever tried composing
in complete calm?
It's like baking
without ingredients,
except the cake
rises to stardom.

So let’s conduct
this orchestra
of nothingness
efficiently.

Encore? Never happens
because it’s always
the same tune,
just a tad off-key.

< Applaud at zero volume >