A cadence strays where borders thin,
A note unshaped yet drawn within.
Through doorways carved in fleeting haze,
A rhythm sways in woven maze.

No steady hand, no measured scale,
Yet something moves within the veil.
A whispered key, a ghosted chord,
A harmony in flux implored.

What maestro cast this limned refrain?
What singer hums between the plane?
For even change, though vast, untamed,
Still dances where the past is named.

And though the form may shift, dissolve,
Some melodies refuse absolve.
For what was played in drifting tone
Still trembles where the lost intone.