Do you remember, amidst the echoes of forgotten laughter
The madman's serenade weaving through the ebon twilight?
A tangle of stories interlaced with sighs and shivers,
As stars blink questions into the velvet above.

He spoke of empires built on stands of whispering reeds,
Of shadows cast by flickering memories, melted into
The ambience of laughter spun from husk-draped moonbeams,
A symphony perceived in the caress of warm, unearthly
Breezes sent from lands untouched by day.