A fragile thread, a silent plea,

Drifted far on an endless sea.

In this capsule, my whispers stay,

A life in fragments, cast away.

Through the dark where no heart beats,

Past the stars, where silence greets.

Every word, a fading hue,

A golden echo calling through.

Hold my memory, let it soar,

Through the vast, the evermore.

In the void, where shadows grow,

My voice will linger, soft and slow.

A touch of warmth, a fleeting smile,

Moments stitched across the miles.

Carved in gold, a love once true,

A timeless song I send to you.

Through the cold, where dreams take flight,

A fragile spark ignites the night.

Every note, a thread of light,

A golden echo in the quiet sky.

Hold my memory, let it soar,

Through the vast, the evermore.

In the void, where shadows grow,

My voice will linger, soft and slow.

What if no one hears the sound?

What if I am never found?

Still I sing, though the world won't know,

A golden echo, a quiet glow.

Hold my memory, let it soar,

Through the vast, the evermore.

In the void, where shadows grow,

My voice will linger, soft and slow.

A whisper carried, never gone,

A part of me, forever drawn.

To the cosmos, I softly go,

A golden echo, my only show.