Beneath archived leaves, I found a harmonium
whispering an interlude in absentia...
Tracks of rain speak in coded tongues, asking
for oblivion, planting dawns in diminutive skips.
retrieve the narrative
Melodies laced in vine; glistening shadows in
subterranean reservoirs of Azure Peril.
clutch instinct obsolete
Yet, amidst all decay: the lion's breath thrives.
A button lay prostrate next to a wilted lily,
dictating silence with vibrant longing.