In the twilight of brass and silver,
where gears whisper secrets to the stars,
we find our lingering shadow's silhouette.
A whisper frail upon the edge of time.
Amongst the echoes of yesterdays,
a clock that ticks peculiar soft hymns,
serenades to the silhouette unseen.
A breath lost between pendulum swings.
In chambers hollow with dreams in repose,
cogs collide in symphonic delight,
forging shadows yet to emerge.
A note displaced in harmony's web.
Beneath the guise of timeworn veils,
a labyrinth of silences reflect,
unveils the enigma of the clockwork soul.
An elegy etched into shadow's breath.