Without Season

Tunes UN heard, echoes trapped in ripples orchestrated by tears.
I can't find a decent note that would validate myself.
The song that's being written is without season,
for it isn't to be heard but only to be felt.
Familiarize yourself,
with the beat,
of one's heart.

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