In the monochrome world of flickering frames,
she stood alone, the wind whispering secrets,
yet no sound reached her heart.
The piano played a melancholy tune,
yet her footsteps echoed in silence.
Shadows danced without rhythm,
a ballet of solitude.
An intertitle breaks the stillness:
"In the absence of sound, what is heard?"
She paused, gazing into the void,
where presence meant more than being.
A dialogue with the unseen, a whisper in the eternal.
Reflections in the darkened screen,
her silhouette, an enigma,
captured in the silent reverie.