In dusty halls where echoes fade,
Lie melodies once softly played.
Their notes now drift in shadows' keep,
Where memories in silence sleep.
Each chord a whisper from the past,
A fleeting glimpse, a spell once cast.
Now veiled in time’s relentless flow,
These songs of old we scarcely know.
A symphony of joys and fears,
Of laughter, love, and unshed tears.
They linger on in muted hues,
In hearts where they were once infused.
In quiet moments, we may hear,
A fragment of a tune so dear.
It stirs the soul, a gentle breeze,
A ghostly touch that brings to knees.
Forgotten melodies entwine,
With threads of dreams and thoughts divine.
They haunt the edges of our minds,
In whispers only silence finds.
Yet in these strains, a truth revealed,
Of lives once lived, of wounds now healed.
They carry tales of what has been,
Of endless songs sung deep within.
So let us honor these soft tunes,
These echoes under phantom moons.
For in forgotten melodies,
We find the depth of our histories.
