Poem

Silence drapes the world in grace,

A gentle hush, a sacred space.

It speaks in ways that sound cannot,

In quiet thoughts the soul has sought.

It lingers where the stillness grows,

Between the highs, beneath the lows.

A breath, a pause, a moment’s rest—

Where hearts can heal and minds are blessed.

Not absence, but a calm embrace,

A mirror held to time and place.

For in the hush, the truth is near—

Silence is the voice we hear.