Sounds Of Silence

In the desert of the mind, where the clocks all melt and die

Time slips through fingers lost in the sky, Whispers float, but no one's near

The sound of silences is all I hear. Faceless voices fade away, echoes drown in the still of day

Every note is a grain of sand, carried off by a ghostly hand

In the sound of silences I find my way, through the empty echoes I fade away

The world is quiet, no words remain, just the sound of silences calling my name

In this fall where music dies, notes dissolve before my eyes

A twisted tree in shadow stands, holding time in its brittle hands

Mouths are open, but nothing escapes, a dream of silence we can't reshape

Faceless voices fade away, echoes drown in the still of day