Silent Symphony

The diminuendo of a feather’s launch,

Light as a soundless dance

On the breath of the wind,

 Unbound by the earth’s heavy grasp,

 It soars, a silent symphony in the sky.

No destination,

 No end in sight,

Just the endless embrace of quiet vibrations,

A journey without a map,

A voyage of freedom and grace.

It flutters its crescendo through the golden rays of dawn, 

 And glides beneath the silver moon’s glow,

A timeless traveler, forever in flight,

 A symbol of dream music that never ceases.

In the vast expanse of the heavens,

 It finds its home in the sostenuto of the lift,

 A feather, forever in musical flight,

A testament to the beauty of a seemingly boundless levitation

Suspending a mere feather of endless travel.