In the quiet hush of twilight’s breath,
Where shadows whisper secrets to the night,
My heart, a silent witness to its depth,
Yearns for a dream that lingers out of sight.

It's like a symphony, this silent song,
A melody that carries me along.

A distant star, it glimmers in my soul,
A beacon of the unattainable,
Its light a tender, melancholy toll,
A song of longing, softly palpable.

It's like a symphony, this silent song,
A melody that carries me along.

In every sigh of wind, in rustling leaves,
I hear the echoes of a nameless call,
A symphony of what the...