In the realm where hush prevails
Where words in stillness start to wane,
Lies a world of silent tales,
Unspoken songs, an untouched terrain.
Oh, the power of this quiet air,
A canvas vast, a blank expanse,
Where emotions hide, with tender care,
And mysteries dance in graceful trance.
Within the depths of solitude,
Whispers echo, faint and soft,
A symphony of quietude,
In silence, hearts find solace oft.
The silence breathes, a gentle breeze,
Caressing souls, a soothing balm,
In its embrace, we find release,
As troubles fade, and hearts grow calm.
In absence of the spoken word,
Thoughts arise, like shooting stars,
Through cosmic realms, they soar, unheard,
Invisible, they leave their scars.
Amidst the noise of bustling days,
It's in the quiet where truth resides,
Unveiling wisdom's secret ways,
A sanctuary where insight abides.
And as the night wraps 'round the day,
The moon's soft glow, a wordless guide,
We learn the beauty of delay,
In pauses, dreams and hopes reside.
So let us cherish this tranquil art,
Where silence sings its sacred song,
For in the quiet of the heart,
We find the place where we belong.
