Eternal overture.. I, too, become apparatus
of utterance, my pulse nostalgia lingering
in tone suspended betwixt relinquishment,
the symphonies itself is all of my avowal.

   As I linger within this vanishing sanctum
    of resonance, I perceive valediction
   unfurling  in  every oscillation, as though
   every  cadence transformed  into  a
   benediction etched in the reverberation.

Violins do not merely perform; they lament, exhaling elegiac sighs of tenderness and reminiscence, whilst the brass resound like solemn tocsins proclaiming ceremonial.

           (  ..  )  Harmony woven in time.
     Chorale:  Cadence of thousand souls.
           "  Goodbye, @ sangywon.  "  𐂥