In silence deep where echoes wane,
A tale unfolds, both grand and plain,
The shadows dance with whispered grace,
Each note a flicker in time’s embrace.
The grandeur sings in muted tones,
An orchestral breath, the heart dethrones,
As strands of thought entwine, entwine,
Within the weave, both yours and mine.
In twilight’s hue, the silence sways,
The memories lost in a hazy maze,
Yet through the dark, a symbol shines,
A luminescent thread that intertwines.
With every pulse, the fugue takes flight,
A celebration born from darkest night,
The notes cascade, like stars released,
In harmony, the soul’s feast increased.
As moments blend, the tension grows,
The light emerges, the silence slows,
Each shadow bends to music’s will,
Transcending time, our spirits still.
So let us dance this fleeting trance,
Where grandeur blooms, and shadows prance,
For in the night, through light divine,
We find our dreams and call them mine.
And when the final chord draws near,
With every whisper, lose your fear,
In stillness now, a promise holds,
The song continues as life unfolds.
Classical
Fugue, grandeur, silence, shadows, light