A Whistle in the Dark

Drifting far beyond the light, Where silence hums and stars burn white. No echoes call, no tether holds, A world of dark, both vast and cold. Then a whisper, faint but near, A melody the void can hear. A thread of sound so weak, so thin, Yet somehow pulls me back again. A whistle in the dark, alone, A fleeting tune the stars have known. A hollow song, a gentle sigh, That fades before it meets the sky. Then a whisper, faint but near, A melody the void can hear. A thread of sound so weak, so thin, Yet somehow pulls me back again. A whistle in the dark, alone, A fleeting tune the stars have known. A hollow song, a gentle sigh, That fades before it meets the sky. No guiding light, no north, no ground, Just empty waves with nothing bound. Yet through the void, a note still sings, A voice that rides on phantom wings. A fragile tune, a breath of air, It lingers soft but always there. Not lost, not loud, yet never gone, A ghost of sound that lingers on. A whistle in the dark, alone, A fleeting tune the stars have known. A hollow song, a gentle sigh, That fades before it meets the sky. No hands to play, no lips to breathe, Yet something sings where none can see. A song that no one else will hear, Yet still it plays, so soft, so clear. Still it lingers, soft and thin, A sound that fades, yet won’t give in. No voice remains, no chords are played, Yet somewhere far, a tune still sways.