Soft echoes reverberating throughout a vacuum
Hazed sounds fall on deaf ears
Or so one would assume
Action-packed silence; an untold story throughout the years
But the piano has dust now
Caked in the tell-tale shroud
But who can hear it and how?
Ravaged with passion dormant
And the excruciating torment
A message clear foments
A message yet to be sent
A message rightfully sonorous
Without a chorus
Don't undermine what you haven't witnessed; even its silence is glorious.
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