In the absence of breath, I hear you beneath the waves, every note a caress of forgotten dreams.
Celestial sounds spiral into the starlit gloom, your whispers linger like phosphorescent light in the oceans of my soul.
Do the whales still sing? Do they echo our love suspended in the tides of time, each pulse a heartstring taut with longing?
And when the moon weights heavy in the night, does it remind you of our laughter, intertwined with salty zephyr kisses?