Singing in Silence

Among spent neons, the night breathes, light and dense.
Silence becomes a stave, and time holds its breath.
Music swells softly through cracks where light is gone.
The shadows learn to sing, voiceless, yet remembering.
City corners extend a hand toward the chorus.
Each footstep turns to a note, each whisper a quiet chord.
When dawn grazes the glass, the song remains as a promise.
And the night leaves behind a melody that will not cease.