"A glance echoing in
auditory silence,
the rustling velvet folds showed"; for a moment, words suspended.
Shadows lengthened,
on the silver screen,
mere reflections of the heart—
whispers interwoven with filament dreams.
The piano played softly,
an implicit longing
resonating in voids
where whisperings found solace.
"Luminscent shadows
trace the edges
of infinity-nothing";
silent screams reach hands unfurling.
The echo of forgotten dialogues,
Baudelaire fanning flames
amidst timeless rimmed glances—
motion stagnant but souls departing.
Glance at new chapters unraveling, or footsteps that tread shadows up the silent stairways.