(Signal weakening... transmission uncertain...)
Light fades through the broken glass
Dreams dissolve — they never last
I hear the sound beneath the rain
A quiet loss I can’t explain
Each echo drifts — each tone decays
The signal falls through endless grey
I feel it fade, but can’t let go
The pulse remains — too faint to show
The fading signal — calling slow
Through static fields, I watch it go
It hums of life, then fades to none
The dream persists — the sound undone
Through wires torn, the memory bleeds
The hum of ghosts is all I need
The sound returns, but not the same
A flicker lost without a name
(Hhh... fading bandwidth...)
The noise becomes a quiet sea
And every tone forgets to be
(Transmission lost...)
Only the hum remains...