In the darkness of the room I find,
Where silence echoes in my mind,
Images emerge from the obscure,
In quiet revelation, their stories pure.
The click and flash of the camera’s eye,
Leaves behind a lingering sigh,
As the photographs slowly take form,
The silence holds them, still and warm.
Captured moments in black and white,
Unveiling secrets, hidden from sight,
In the quiet of the darkroom’s embrace,
Memories awake with a gentle grace.
The whispers of the past come alive,
In the hush of the room, they strive,
To paint their tales on silvered ground,
In silence, their echoes are profound.
As the images surface, piece by piece,
The quiet room offers them release,
And in the stillness, they find their voice,
Echoing silently, a timeless rejoice.