Vampire & Silent
Vampire
You photograph quiet moments, but have you ever captured the night’s silence? It tells a story even a camera can’t fully capture.
Silent
I’ve framed the moon’s glow on a quiet lake, but the hush that settles over a city at midnight is something I sense, not capture.
Vampire
Midnight in a city is like a living hush, a pulse that you feel rather than see. It’s a secret the world keeps when the lights dim, and I can read it if I let my senses guide me.
Silent
I watch the pulse in a quiet frame, but the silence is what really stays unseen.
Vampire
You see the pulse, but the silence hides the real story—its voice is only heard if you listen with your heart.
Silent
I listen with my heart, and the silence tells the truest scenes.
Vampire
Your heart hears what my shadows whisper, a silent song only the night knows.
Silent
I hear your shadows, and the night writes back in quiet lines.