Where whistles fade into silence

The whistle fades

The whistle fades-not the silence.

The silence is inevitable.

Trapping people in its core.

Whispers in the air. Whispers in the air. Whispers in the air.

Scoreboards close as its mission is complete.

But the fate of legends stays still, untouched

Legends rise but they fall, legends return but within, fields of many remembered but whispers of legends is inevitable.

Flies’ rest still as their soul's calm drifting of in the wind.

Flies’ have seen everything from within remembered by many as an annoyance.

Whistles close, with the heart of legends.

Silence true but sweetly saying.

In silence, the echoes of greatness never die. — A tribute to the legends whose stories live on beyond the noise.