Echoes of a Silent Symphony

Whoa! I walk through dust and faded dreams. Silence symphonies in

shattered beams. Where bands once roared beneath the night. Now whispers echo,

lost from sight. Ghosts of guitars linger here. Their haunting chords

I still hear. Rap killed an industry they say. Yet these echoes won't fade away.

In the empty hall, where memories call. Faded posters on the wall.

Lonely spotlight, shining bright. Hides the absence of shared delight. Computerized beats

fill the air. Yet I long for harmonies rare. The silence speaks. Can you feel

it too? The pass of melody we once knew. Dust settles where