The horizon weeps with forgotten stories,
Distant whispers of the stars lost in fog,
Movement of clouds over monochrome waves,
Dreams, unspooled along the crackling air.
Trip the luminous walls and see,
Albums of a soul, etched in reverberation.
Here in twilight, rogue echoes wrap,
Breathing through the vanguard of silence.
Sing the kaleidoscope persistence,
Notes suspended over yawning voids,
Listen, the intricate chords merge,
Leaving traces on the fractured dusk.