Echoes softly call my name,

Through the stillness, through the frame.

Moments linger, left unseen,

Hidden whispers in between.

Voices fade, but still they stay,

Echoing through night and day.

In the silence, they remain,

Echoes dancing in the rain.

Echoes between, where time delays,

A fleeting sound that gently sways.

In the distance, still so near,

Melodies that reappear.

Through the haze, I search the air,

For the echoes that were there.

Soft vibrations fill the space,

In the echoes, find your place.

Every sound has left its trace,

A memory we can't erase.

In the rhythm, find the beat,

Echoes call, soft and sweet.

Through the echoes, through the haze,

We find solace in their ways.