Welcome, brave maestro, to the symphony of the unheard. Here, in the grand opera house of existence, time conducts with a baton made of whispers and echoes.
Each tick of the clock is a note perfectly placed, a crescendo in the melody of the mundane. Did you hear that? No? Exactly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for the invisible orchestra!"
Want to know the secret to conducting these silent symphonies? Listen closely to the whispers into the wind. They speak in suavely silent sonnets.
Remember, every silent symphony needs its conductor. So grab your imaginary baton and lead the way!