In the realm of quietude, I find my peace,
Where words recede, and clamor starts to cease.
In the stillness of the morn, before day's grace,
A poem of silence begins to take its place.
Oh, silence, a sanctuary for my weary soul,
Where whispers of the heart take their gentle toll.
No need for speeches, no vocal fray,
For in hushed embrace, emotions find their way.
In twilight's hush, when the sun takes its leave,
A symphony of quietude begins to weave.
The stars above, they shimmer and they gleam,
A dance of stillness in this celestial dream.
Within the woods, where trees stand tall and wise,
The rustling leaves sing their muted lullabies.
The hallowed silence, a canvas to behold,
Painted with mysteries, countless stories untold.
Amidst the chaos of a bustling crowd,
I seek the solace that silence avowed.
In solitude, I find my voice within,
For silence has a language, soft as the wind.
In moments when I long for someone's ear,
A companionable silence draws them near.
For in the silence, bonds are often sealed,
A connection beyond what words can wield.
In sorrow's grip, when tears begin to flow,
Silence lends comfort, a kinship in woe.
A gentle touch, a presence by my side,
Expressing love when words cannot provide.
A poem of silence, woven through the soul,
In its depths, a universe to extol.
In pauses between notes, music's grand design,
In the spaces of life, the meaningful align.
So, let us embrace the gift of quiet art,
And let the silence speak to every heart.
For in the absence of sound, we find release,
In this poem of silence, may we find our peace.
