I hear a faint melody from a place that is yet to be discovered.
It might be somewhere in the vicinity or somewhere in a distant dimension.
It becomes a screech as I move forward and a soft tone when I glance backward.
It’s a loud howl when I go around and a yelling wail when I stand on toes.
It’s a melancholy when I turn right and a joyful symphony when I walk left.
It’s Spring’s harmony when I breathe in and Autumn’s sadness when I breathe out.
It’s Monsoon’s nostalgia when I close my eyes and Winter’s darkness when I stop thinking.
I hear nothing when I run around.
Was there a sound in reality or did the movements and directions create a frill of illusionary tones.
For now, all I hear is deep and deafening silence
