In cartographies of fallen skies
A lone constellation dissolves
Silken threads once woven by grave
Now unravel, leaving empty space

In libraries of forgotten sounds
One whisper was so nostalgically found
Echoes of bygone harmony
Fades into an endless silence

But of course in garnden of remembered dreams
I, myself is scared of losing gleams
Petals once infused with essence rare
Now scattered, no leaving fragrance there