How much silence will it take to forget a voice that echoes in the shadows, like an echo in a deep farewell?
I can silence the wind, silence the whisper of the sea, strip memories of life, and in the darkness, shipwreck.
Close doors that hold secrets, bury words in the mud, but every moment in my memory is a song that never pleases me.
There is no silence that can reach it, no shadow that can silence its song, it is a bond that always persists, a sigh that lives in my heart.
Perhaps one day, in the distance, the mist will make it disappear, but for now, silence is noise and its essence an eternal clamour.
So tell me, how much silence will it take to forget when the echo of her laughter is the music that awakens again?