In the constellation of unsung melodies,
where whispers dissolve into woven velvet skies,
a curve of light casts shadows on silent
echo....
Yesterday's dream drew circles in
the white noise of falling stars as if
sound could paint pictures, yet there was
only the hum of invisible children
playing…
Listen beneath the waterfall of
autumn leaves, where a voice trapped
between worlds sings the words
that echo faintly in the back of a
memory never born...
Perhaps someday, when the sky is
more than just a mirror to the
deep void umbra....