Ashes on the Blockchain

My ashes drift in silent code,
no wind, no waves, no earthly road.
Scattered light on endless chains,
whispers locked in cryptic veins.

No urn, no dust, no hands to hold,
no grave to mark, no stone grown cold.
A ledger vast, a silent scroll,
etches me in lines of gold.

Not lost, not found, yet ever here,
ghostly echoes, crystal clear.
Forever bound, yet ever free,
a phantom pulse in binary.