As I wander the quiet banks of imagination,
A note drifts past, shimmering and gray,
It flutters between whispers,
While onlookers stand still,
Lost in the web of sound.

I settle into the moment,
Where each brushstroke of sound unfolds,
A melody slipping away,
Like shadows behind a veil,
While laughter stirs the air,
Breathing life into the unseen.

In the soft glow of twilight,
We create without boundaries,
A tapestry woven from whispers and sighs,
Where the frivolous becomes profound,
And every glance ignites a spark,
Reminding us… WE ARE NEVER ALONE.