Chorus of dawn, lullaby of dusk
and endless light and song intertwined.
Undefined - the singers that speak
and whisper in harmony.
Ghosts or sirens; people or monsters -
the notes trickle languid down
the walls like moss, growing
and growing, demanding to be.
Tune through the static silence
and bold paint in synaesthesia.
Hope tied to the notes let loose -
that the journey is soon in coda.