I can hear the echo resonate within,
The way the sound waves push back at every surface of my body,
At every frequent bounce with the promise of a replay.
There’s no pause or mute, just the choice of volume for an amplifying depth.
As the echo lingers, a symphony unfolds,
A melody of a past with tales yet to be told.
In this resonant chamber, there’s no recital
Just a timeless resonance, a melody of broken cords.
