In the secretive whirring of twilight's metallic serenade,
where clock hands meet sprockets under nebulous stars,
an ode of unbroken crescendos is whispered softly.
Behold the dance—a choreography of cold brass and longing—
echoing the rhythms of a heart unheard: two halves, one longing,
pulling in synchrony, rewriting fate's unwritten melody in reverse.
A song that neither abandonment nor rust will fade.
Feel the bittersweet resonance of moments unmeasured,
as twinkling gears sigh with forgotten lover's aphorisms,
resonating in volumes never penned, yet always understood.