In the stillness where whispers fade,
I hear the echo of silence that I've made.
Caught in a mirror, the truth turns askew,
Every reflection distorting what’s true.
Reality’s a canvas, smeared with doubt,
Colors that scream but no one shouts.
I chase the shadows, but they're running from me,
A symphony lost in a noise I can't see.
Fading footsteps on this empty street,
Every heartbeat synchronized with retreat.
Fragments of laughter, like ghosts in the air,
In the dance of distortion, nobody's there.
Tell me, are you the one I’ve sought?
Or just a mirage in a battle fought?
I reach out, fingers trembling in vain,
Grasping at echoes that whisper your name.
The silence is heavy, like a weightless cage,
Pages unwritten, turning my rage.
But in this quiet, I find a voice,
A melody rises; it’s time to rejoice.
So let the noise crumble, let the distortion break,
I'll search through the chaos; I won’t hesitate.
For in every silence, there's a spark that ignites,
The truth in the echoes, revealing the lights.
Now the mirror reflects not just a face,
But a soul intertwined with time and space.
The noise of the world can't drown out the sound,
Of a heart finding rhythm, at last, it’s unbound.
As the echoes settle and the silence weighs,
I stand in the truth of these fragile days.
In the harmony woven through whispers and screams,
I cradle the moments, like delicate dreams.
Alternative
Echo, silence, mirror, distortion, reality, noise