The notes descend, pirouetting upon temporal silence,
each vibrato a whisper in reverse, a longing farewell
to melodies woven in quantum threads.
A symphony of absence, painted in forgotten tones,
echoes fortissimo through shadowed corridors—
the music box of the universe spins counter-clockwise.
Harmonics embrace the void, transcoding light
into shadows of sound: a clandestine opera of
harmonics unseen, yet felt in the molecular dance.
The unseen conductor waves their baton of stardust,
orchestrating a hymn of quanta between the breaths of time.