Echoes dance and play,
Beneath the gaze,
A whisper travels through the world,
A glimpse into the less seen, less known.
Echoes soft within the dark,
Entwining silence with whispered mark,
Projecting tales upon our minds,
Where hidden truths and stories bind.

Here, silence meets with echoes bold,
Stretching through the spaces cold,
In silent ballets of the unseen,
Revealing what lies in between.
They move in corners of our sight,
A dance of day encroached by night,
Revealing all that’s hidden from view,
A world that’s both old and new.

Each echo holds a tale untold,
A silent guardian of stories old,
Secrets whispered from the past,
Of dreams and days that could not last.
They inspire journeys deep and wide,
Where light’s afraid, in echoes hide,
Yet from this silence, sound is born,
In quiet depths, new ideas are sworn.

This world of echoes, vast and deep,
Promises secrets it will keep.
In every silence, truth can hide,
Waiting for the keen to bide.
Not just silence, but sound too,
A canvas for our deepest view,
Where unseen things hold just as much light
As all that’s seen by day and night.

We live amongst these echoed dances,
Carrying on the legacy of chances,
Reminded that in silence and sound’s embrace,
Lies the essence of our shared space—
A balance delicate and fine,
A motion that will always dine
On echoes not as mere silence,
But as proof of sound’s relentless dance,
And in this silent, echoed speech,
We find the soul’s farthest reach.