"Silence cradles the remnants of joy, inviting the heart to remember what once filled the air with life."
Empty seats like whispers call
To echoes of laughter once alive in thrall
Golden dust motes drift through time's embrace
Each beam of light a trace of grace
Columns rise like dreams on high
Arches cradle secrets in a silent sigh
Soft velvet cradles the weight of night
Awaiting the dawn of vibrant delight