Silence, a melody frozen in the frost,
Each note a shadow wavering in twilight’s embrace.
Can you hear the whispered dirge,
Laid bare upon the altar of forgotten dreams?
Instruments, they mourn, where no fire burns –
In the echoes of the void, they tremble,
A choir unseen, singing to the pale moons.
Darkness cradles each phantom chord
While the stars listen, quietly, eternally.